For You Poem by Mark Money

i lie here in darkened silence.
cool breezes and thoughts blow in the window
quiet as a whisperJet's exhaust.
tomorrow may find me playing cards
or reading e.e. cummings one times one.

have to keep turning the radio up
(battery's going out, you know)
make it ten: nay, ten times ten- -
the more we think, the more we live
the more we get, the more we give.

i took a trip to Minneapolis yesterday
and quiet as a whisperJet's exhaust,
rode the stairs down to the Flame.
my drink's sitting in the window
ice tinkles and thoughts come of you...

© (1973—Tulsa, OK)