Sunday, December 07, 2008

Window Sill

Sometimes I see you have become
This other, grown, woman I seldom see.
I used to see you every day
On those vendor days on the Drag in Austin
And it always improved the flavor and the pleasure,
It was the favor the world did for me,
It always made something worthwhile for me
Just to see your smile come soaring from so deep inside
(And I didn't even mind that it was not just for me),
And then it all was followed (sometimes preceded)
By that little black dog of yours named Shadow.

But what I remember best is our youth,
Shiny and pert and new, not yet bowed down or weak,
I remember it better perhaps than I do last week
Or even an hour ago...

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