Thursday, March 30, 2017

What Shall I Give You Today? a poem


What shall I give you today?
A whimsical note on this flute?
A feathered touch,
my finger like the chickadee wing in winter?
Shall I breathe across your skin,
sending goose-bumps budding?
Or perhaps
sing you a poem
never write it down
so only our smiles recall

its passing?

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