Seventy-Two
A poem
Published in
Aug 10, 2024
So this is for you
Maybe I passed you on the street
When I was young and tripping on acid
Or maybe I saw your house as I was driving
Down the Garden State Parkway
And maybe your house was yellow
Who knows
I had few friends
All off them gone forever
We had spectacular spaces
There was a brilliant girl who broke me in and
Turned me end over end, I lost her
Orbiting an icy planet
In bright silence
I can’t convey a moral
I don’t think you get to pick
It’s just that somewhere along the way
You learn that the Vikings had glass windows
And the pygmy falcon will die if separated from its mate
