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aintbrokeOh dear lord.
Love
The boy at the far end of the train car
kept looking behind him
as if he were afraid or expecting someone
and she appeared in the glass door
of the forward car and he rose
and opened the door and let her in
and she entered the car carrying
a large black case
in the unmistakable shape of a cello.
She looked like an angel with a high forehead
and somber eyes and her hair
was tied up behind her neck with a black bow.
And because of all that,
he seemed a little awkward
in his happiness to see her,
whereas she was simply there,
perfectly existing as a creature
with a soft face who played the cello.
And the reason I am writing this
on the back of a manila envelope
now that they have left the train together
is to tell you that when she turned
to lift the large, delicate cello
onto the overhead rack,
I saw him looking up at her
and what she was doing
the way the eyes of saints are painted
When looking up at God
when he is doing something remarkable,
something that identifies him as God.
I have great respect for a boy who has the unmitigated gall to give me poetry. He gave me poetry. He gave me Billy Collins, and he is lying in bed about half a mile away feeling miserable, and I should go and do something about this.
Love
The boy at the far end of the train car
kept looking behind him
as if he were afraid or expecting someone
and she appeared in the glass door
of the forward car and he rose
and opened the door and let her in
and she entered the car carrying
a large black case
in the unmistakable shape of a cello.
She looked like an angel with a high forehead
and somber eyes and her hair
was tied up behind her neck with a black bow.
And because of all that,
he seemed a little awkward
in his happiness to see her,
whereas she was simply there,
perfectly existing as a creature
with a soft face who played the cello.
And the reason I am writing this
on the back of a manila envelope
now that they have left the train together
is to tell you that when she turned
to lift the large, delicate cello
onto the overhead rack,
I saw him looking up at her
and what she was doing
the way the eyes of saints are painted
When looking up at God
when he is doing something remarkable,
something that identifies him as God.
I have great respect for a boy who has the unmitigated gall to give me poetry. He gave me poetry. He gave me Billy Collins, and he is lying in bed about half a mile away feeling miserable, and I should go and do something about this.
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Date: 2003-02-11 11:26 pm (UTC)*cackles madly* Tag!
Date: 2003-02-12 06:41 pm (UTC)Tsg! Tsg, f00.
Date: 2003-02-12 09:57 pm (UTC)rawk. Indeed.
Date: 2003-02-13 12:26 pm (UTC)Re: rawk. Indeed.
Date: 2003-02-13 03:37 pm (UTC)i have the solution, y0
Date: 2003-02-13 08:07 am (UTC)whotever u do it shall be Tha Right Thing To Do. (coz u owAn, grl)
-valen in class
Re: i have the solution, y0
Date: 2003-02-13 12:03 pm (UTC)*pins a sign to her chest that says "I am owAn, I can do no wrong" and laughs*