. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Virginia





Little international wanderer,
Overseeing architecture all around the world,
We found the Atlantic Ocean after walking barefoot
   through Savannah grass,
And you told me that you loved me when you were drunk,

Rooftop parties in the New York city clouds,
Someone’s couch to crash on,
I found you on the dance floor and
   you invited my dog to share your backyard
wearing my sunglasses in the dark.

11.18.09

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