not over the rainbow
i want my life
in sepia tones, as when
dorothy returns
to the dreary farm
to see huck and auntie em
i want a dreary life
with gingham
even if the check is dull
i want to cook a simple meal
and put it before my north country girl
and bring her coffee made
from a maxwell house can
that i bought at the corner market
for her
i want to hang sheets from a clothes line
our sheets
full of love and sleep and passion
i want to watch her
as she drives off to work for the day
and be there when she comes home
then, i want the color to come
and confirm
that all this is real, and not a dream,
exactly as it isn't
in oz
~~~
i thought i saw her yesterday
but no
only someone who reminded me of her
it hurts
knowing she is out there
and we let it go
without giving a chance
because we had significant others
that seem less significant now
~~~
i can be fatalistic about this
or sad
~~~
i have to go
i don't have time
to make this a real poem
and if i did have time
i don't know what i'd say
it is what it is
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-05-02 at 15:26
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