A Childhood Dream

Beautiful---

a word with too many syllables,

while cry,

seems to have been made

with not enough,

and yet on counters they carve

such words

upon a desk!

Bored, no doting to be proud of

but on a desk!

 

 

oh sweet wonders, I hear,

so fleeting in the bay,

as I bare heart out yon window,

how could I not stare for

a decadence?

 

 

here, let your mercies be soiled,

troubles walked off when you enter

and let your

heart melt....

 

 

oh.

never mind.

 

 

 

I'll sand the desk out

tomorrow, ma'am.