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"A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures." The Picture of Dorian Gray

Sunday, August 29, 2010

day forty-two: who are you?

i feel you
i see you
i smell you
you're here
but who are you?
/
i thought i knew?
guess i was wrong...
but don't misunderstand
i do want to know
so i'll roll your name
around on my tongue until it rolls out
like dough beneath a bakers hand
/
and i'll say it aloud until it is as simple as
saying "hello" when answering a telephone
and "have a nice day" after receiving a tip from a customer
even "do you want power play?" when selling a lottery ticket
/
that's what you are to me
the jackpot
/
a winning ticket
that is being carried in my pocket
like an unfulfilled dream
not yet cashed in
but still a winner
/
that's you
and i'll know you better
day after day
/
who are you, again?
i don't think i ever really knew,
but i'm always up for learning
something new.

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