Thunder seizes
fist to throat.
Falling leaves,
tapping fingers
street noises, rain--
all remind me of tears,
our pain--and that
only you get me.
Only you can get me
so crazy with anger
so hungry for peace.
_
Intersecting at Stoppard
Tom Stoppard died this week. I've been in awe of his work since I was an undergraduate, maybe even before I actually ever read his work,...
1 comment:
love this one. esp. the last three lines.
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