poet.

three years later, I saw you again.
poet.
you were a javelin, fully flying
all at once and all alive.

I would love to love you.
in the Autumn, with your scarves
in the Winter, in your arms
Springtime, sing-time, your guitar
in the Summer, lovely summer
Ocean ~ River ~ Sky

I'll wear my sparrow earrings
you'll wear suspenders

and we'll have no money
but I think it would be fun