you are probably sitting down
on this snowy day with pen in hand
but not really thinking about what
could be in hand or what, possibly
i would have in store
have i ever shown you the pretense
of your expectations running wild
but in one direction
have i ever read a poem to you
that you knew was yours
there would be friction
good friction and bad friction
the good is always in your
imagination, but the bad would be
having to deal with a window
partly open so the snow fall and all
the wonderment of nature could
occasionally be looked at and enjoyed
like the curves of your anatomy
and all that in between my
have i ever done this or that
to the the wonderment
of your nature