Maybe Poem by Richard Blanco

Richard Blanco

Richard Blanco

Made in Cuba, assembled in Spain and imported to the United States

Maybe

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for Craig

Maybe it was the billboards promising
paradise, maybe those fifty-nine miles
with your hand in mine, maybe my sexy
roadster, the top down, maybe the wind
fingering your hair, sun on your thighs
and bare chest, maybe it was just the ride
over the sea split in two by the highway
to Key Largo, or the idea of Key Largo.
Maybe I was finally in the right place
at the right time with the right person.
Maybe there'd finally be a house, a dog
named Chu, a lawn to mow, neighbors,
dinner parties, and you forever obsessed
with crossword puzzles and Carl Young,
reading in the dark by the moonlight,
at my bedside every night. Maybe. Maybe
it was the clouds paused at the horizon,
the blinding fields of golden sawgrass,
the mangrove islands tangled, inseparable
as we might be. Maybe I should've said
something, promised you something,
asked you to stay a while, maybe.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Put very simply, this is about that which almost was, what could have been, the one that got away...
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 27 December 2019

A beautiful poem indeed on love and relationship. Very nicely crafted and makes an interesting reading. Thanks for sharing.

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Richard Blanco

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Made in Cuba, assembled in Spain and imported to the United States
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