Sometimes when you are in love
You don't do things just right
I like watching the sun early
When pink inches across
Gray-blue....I tend to think
Of civil war....but that was red
So then I listen to birds
They sing....I think they are happy
They turn into mocking birds
Divebombing a cat
Only I'm no cat....just
A dirty dog
So it gets quiet
I all but stop breathing
Then I think of you
And how you were
With me the whole way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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