Richard Stilwell

Rookie (09-24-1957 / Mooresville, North Carolina)

At The High Museum - Poem by Richard Stilwell

Come here,
No here,
Over here,
Look at me,
Me too,

Who first?
Who last?
Which way do I go?

They take my breath,
I get dizzy,
And turn to go,
But I cannot,
So I turn back.
Where I came face to face with her,
The perfect picture of composure,

She is too beautiful,
I lose composure,
And walk past__ only to,
Have it happen again.
And again__


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  • (10/3/2005 3:52:00 PM)

    i can relate to this poem..sometime shwen we are busy with mundane things something beautiful almost takes our breath away (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 2, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 25, 2010

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