mardi, juin 28, 2005

Round Trip

If I forget
or lose the number
or get hit by a bus
or am trampled by geese
or fall down a hole
or sprain my ankle in the dark
or close up my windows and doors
to sit quietly on my floor,

knees to corners,
heart to wall,
I am still thinking
about walking to your house,
kissing your mouth
and walking home again.