Saturday, June 18, 2011

That She Has Given You Shoes


That she has given you shoes with which to walk upon
a pebbled underwater;
that your new bicycles stand half-mastered,
gears protected by the overhang of our bedroom;
that I can drive back from the store, tired,
along a turning way
that turns the day to evening,
with a young dog still eager in the wayback:
You know that these are currency more sound
than any I could spend,
whose tally tells the richness of my secret bank account,
upon which I will draw, yet never drain,
from day to daunting day
until the end.

June 18 2011

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