(I don’t even know your name)

roses are far more common
than daffodils, and trees like
redwood, oak stand the
test of time; but I see them
less and less within my
periphery as you usurp
my vision from green quiet
eyes, and with one look
you rid me of grays and
prejudices, judgements I
reserved for parts of this
world— you banish my anger,
my self-control and open
these gates from where this
lonely heart has stayed
behind its boundaries.

I break all rules and trespass
into private prairies where to
pluck this solitary thought—
me and you at dawn amongst
these sunflowers, together

© mr gahon 4/3/15


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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