Brandywine At My Door Poem by David McLansky

Brandywine At My Door



Brandywine came back
For the poem
Not for the poet

Oh Brandy
Had you but
Come back to curl in my arms
We might have laughed and curled
And played
Right into the morning light
In a volume of verse

But you chose to salvage the future
By grasping a promise of the past
Took home a poem I wrote
About how you made my heart ride easy

Had you stayed I would have sung
You songs each night
But you thanked me and left
Better contented in your world
With a poem
Than a poet

Friday, May 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
From: Searching For Love in the sugar Bowl Luncheonette (1979)
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