Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Marina - Poem by Charles Bukowski

majestic, majic
infinite
my little girl is
sun
on the carpet-
out the door
picking a flower, ha!
an old man,
battle-wrecked,
emerges from his
chair
and she looks at me
but only sees
love,
ha!, and I become
quick with the world
and love right back
just like I was meant
to do.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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