If I Knew Death
by febe
Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-10 16:58:00
If I knew death
would pick me up like a reluctant cab
in the sad tired morning,
i think i would lay all night
under a school of stars
with a poetry book by my side
like a faithful beautiful dog.
Maybe I’d go to an orphaned payphone
and call you
to say words i save for moments like these (goodbyes)
and leave it at that.
I can never have dramatic endings. Â To simply walk away
always seems to leave a sweeter sting in the heart face and mouth.
Bittersweet seems to be a forever tint in my skin.
If I knew death was rounding the corner
fast and on 2 wheels
I would be sitting on the side of street;
shoes in a small wet puddle
eyes staring off into a long distance
hair hanging about my face like the branches of a willow tree
and a poetry book by my side,
like an old beautiful faithful dog.
8-10-01