My heart picks up speed. I don't know why.
Love is divine,
And parties are fine, but I
Delight most in just walking.
Dull parking lot ground; it could just be
A routine route to engagements mundane
No special thing, no crown awaits
Or kiss, or promise, or fame--
Just moving my legs to the
Buzz of my brain.
It is not an adventure. But I misunderstand.
And my teeth taste the air, and I think something grand
Must be happening.
And it is,
because my feet
can feel diamonds in the soil,
And it is because my hair can feel
colors in the air, and it is because the wind
Wraps the back of my neck like a lover's cool hand and says:
This second is reason
Enough for a party.
3 comments:
I really like the meter. It rolls very nicely.
Also, why were you awake at 5:30?
can i make this a song?
ugh, I keep coming back to this poem haley. I really like it. And you won't see this comment for a billion gazillion years, but whatever. it echos with me nicely. that is all.
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