BACK
M.
peter schwartz
Miss M., you're my unequivocal Queen of betweens, a little sunrise to
help me from banging my knees against the stove every time the clouds
do something unexpected.
My living token of why it's worth carrying the night like a dead horse on
my shoulders to get to the scene where you hold my picture and sigh,
because in your eyes I've qualified as hero.
You're the impossible bird outside the window of my spaceship, sent to
remind me that love can wear any pair of shorts and still win the race;
you're my own, the thing in the world that is most mine
besides myself.
(c) 2008 by Peter Schwartz