Saturday, April 07, 2007

NaPoWriMo 04.06.07

I Won't Be Your Kennedy Center

I'll be out cold under the spotlights
I'll have been that way for hours

It's been hours and hours that I've been
like this -- there are horses and jockeys
in diamond-patterned silks and
the world's tallest Christmas tree.

Your tightrope poetry really
takes me places;
It seems I learned to read
in anticipation of you.

I won't be performing,
but it'll be a real performance.

1 comment:

Reen said...

This rocks. And you rock. Of course.