Poetry on West 6th St

people, places

Haiku:

I will not let go

until my light meets your dark,

and two becomes one.

Earl Grey and pear remind me of my favorite poem. By a candlelight I read E.E. Cummings to you a night on West 6th, and it was like reading Cortazar’s Rayuela all over again. Your soul and my soul have met before, and your soul and my soul have been very good friends for a very long time.

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A Love Story: 

For when words fail you, pictures are worth their weight in gold. Interpret as you please.

One

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Two

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Three

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