by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
Why don't you ask me
if you want to know?
Are you afraid that
I may go?
Don't be.
Tie it all to
your back,
and don't look
over your shoulder.
My love can't be burned
in a fire-pit,
or change
if you're a few weeks
older.
Go, if you must,
and get your fill;
but if you don't start
packing,
I will.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016