15.9.08

välkomna till

you come when it is nearly dark
(I wonder if you are lost)
crunching, crushing up the path
with something in your hands

you scrape and knock and welcome me
singing the way they sing here
speaking in any language
(and I wonder how stupid I sound)

you welcome me and invite me
and I stutter, carefully, feebly
wishing wishing wishing very hard
for some eloquence

you leave the thing in my cold fingertips
with the edges of my mouth in a smile
having spoken stuttered sung
over roses in a white box


2 comments:

  1. Anonymous1:42 a.m.

    i cant wait to get to this land you call Narnia.

    jordan

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  2. Anonymous1:44 a.m.

    i am going to eat up all the red mushrooms

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