Belinda Nelson

On Days Of Grace - Poem by Belinda Nelson

Isn't there
Some ground, a glue? As the afternoon must eventually chill
Then whose virtues will rest with mine?
Some Zofran, of course!

End serenading, may my words go on, the chords progress
What time do the crickets tire, the light ensue?
Before I am home somewhere
Boulder, Manhattan, Richmond, Austin

Whether wasting away 'tween whining wastelands,
Offering Marlboro 27s with that coffee,
Some saline it might be, Vodka and Red Bull,
Or little-big sacred secrets of skin- holding
Over frozen yogurt with you, ocean eyes
Sand collected in the middle

Introduce myself (most recently)
Simply to say to you-
Lose yourself in 'Reality Sandwiches'
But never your nerve, love, but never you mind

Ask about my job, my dog or talk maybe about the miles
Have you been midnight living downtown
Or hung upside down off the couch? Had a good lover?

Handshake- hellos over some thousand more 27's
To hold dear that I have ran into me as you have ran into you
Before I am home somewhere

Just going to wait and talk over apple slices
The sun is coming

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 17, 2012

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