Wednesday, May 30, 2012

still song

the other day
i could hear you hum
a snippet of a tune
from mexico

it weaved
into the air
like a wordless poem
in my imagination

enough to make me hold still
in wonderment

and yet
in my shyness
(and yes, i do get shy)
i couldn't ask you
where the tune came from

and i didn't want to stop
the melody

for anything in the world

so i kneeled there
holding "diary of a wimpy kid"
in mid-air
looking like a cut-rate statue
for barnes and noble

my mind
a thousand miles away
in the country of my mother

thank you
for something
you'll never know about

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