This poem is not my own, except for the fact that it was written about me.
A smile that closes eyes to slits,
I covet those three smiles
and the cosmopolitan blush
across the wednesday face
that I search for in the crowd.
To my great suprise
the past falls away
and I stand to look north
across the great Ohio at the future.
Waking next to is my favorite part of the day.
Created: Apr 28, 2009Document Media