Tuesday, June 21, 2016


There I am across the street
In my yellow raincoat, 
the hooded rain hat, 
the rubber boots clanking.
 Scuffle, scuffle. 

She will read to us. 
The Black Stallion. 
I am on a cushion
made by my Dad. 
I am dreaming as
She reads. Isn't that
what listening is?

The boy is at the center
of my mind. All day
and into the night. 
In the middle of the
night I wake up. 
There is no room
for anything beside 
the horse. Everything
is the Black. 

In the morning 
I remember Her voice. 
She is reading. 
I am listening...
I am in love. 

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