Jun 05, 2003 19:20
Clara, what a beautiful woman!
Only old and gentle
Maybe she's dead.
So The stars will collect her
they will place her there for you
in a convenient spot
to come pick up when you drop in
Clara, I'm obedient
Patient
Waiting to frolic in your presence
white locks/in heaven
where your dead body must reside
I can only imagine it that way
I can see it no other
you were too pure
and I recognized you
you were too me
too much of who I am
I didn't know you
I only was you
Clara, I'll meet up with you
someday
when I'm white and ready
someday when I'm wrinkled
and the stars will collect me
place me with you
in the very spot
the drop off/pick up.
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© Katherine Anne Brenner 2001
In remembrance of Clara an old lady that lived across the street.