lost to the floriferous of the I
lost to the floriferous of the Ito the green of the miraculous I
to the green of the summer of I
there is a lost dream hiding here
in bed with old age bending with I
holding on to promises to a child
there is no other I in this room
no other no more no less
and still the green I is the summer
I am the blue sky electrified
when I look at you
I am the I of these words
I am all you can see
the only solid wind I can be
in days of just me
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-17 at 18:00
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