Apr 28, 2023 03:44
You're My
Exception to the rule,
the I before E,
you stop me in the middle
of every
thing,
like the seventh second
of a yellow light when
I hit the brakes
instead of go.
You're the spilled red wine
on the NO FOOD OR DRINK sign
in the library of my soul.
You're the black swan
the white deer
the grand slam in the ninth inning
of a double header--
The spontaneous picnic plans in
tornado warning weather
The candy I take late at night
from a stranger.
You are the broken boomerang
stuck inside the message in a bottle
I threw to the sea at age 13,
the piece of hay
in the needle stack,
Last highway Exit, no looking back
the fact(s)
inside the fiction book.
You're the burnt bridge
where I leave a note,
"Come find me,
you already know where to look."
M/Medved 4/28/2023