Monday, December 1, 2008

November 29th,2008

While sipping Yerbe,
I thought about snow
and harmonicas
and all things that get old,
except you.
Snow circled us
while it was black
you read to me
and I wanted to play
for you
something "soulful"
I had nothing
but the usual, but
that doesn't get old, does it?

1 comment:

Danielle said...

oh i like this one, too. lots.

i feel like i've been slacking, like i'm so far behind with this commenting thing. oops.