is setting in like an enchantment
in someone’s magic globe
if you wrote a girl a book of poems
would she feel it?
like a ghost getting out of bed
in the back of her mind?
can she feel it?
is an August evening
something you can preserve
in your heart forever
like a magic globe?
i am learning to cooperate with my senses
and i hesitate before going back to work
the birds are screaming above the lagoon
i can hear them over my music
somehow i think if i
could possibly stay still enough
i could reach anything
Harry builds boats in vineyard haven. You can find his Tumblr here.