Adirondack Blue Jeans Poem by James Daniel Gabriel

I’m desperate now and loathing needs.
I’m counting mine instead of sheep.
Ive been up all night, staring at a map of Clinton.

Green Light, down on William Street
Now turned red, Instead of Sleeping
In all these thoughts you seem like one in a million.

Well, I guess you are so special,
After all.

I would walk six miles,
Sleep on your porch,
Trespassing Rules I would ignore
To toss pebbles at your window once again.

I would throw stones.
I would throw it all away again.