I was drizzle
She, a hurricane
I complained about my life
But she was in so much pain
"Run Run Run"
That is what we did
From the day I met her
I began to live
We smoked for the fun of it
She smoked to die
She was my Great Perhaps
And I'm left to wonder why
Why had she left us
She left that night
Did she forget something
Or did she have a fight
I loved her with all I am
I miss her so much
No matter the layers between us
I felt the warmth of her touch
I'm no longer looking
That task is done
But I'd do anything for one more time
To see Alaska Young....
Favorite Short Stories
The Mountains of Mourning (Lois McMasters-Bujold) is the finest short story ever written (Call Me Lord is pretty good too-can't remember author - won a Nebula Award for Sci-Fi-Fantasy). There's good lit and great lit and writers writers...nice reading of rhymes that are still shallow, a prose style without rhymes wit such depth awaits us yet, I believe professionally (poetry editor 30 years). Awesome insides - Lady A