Little girl picked up the beginning
Like all
the beginnings I had placed there
All an ellipses
of time
Write about
love….
That was
hers
Though she
chose it
I willed
the stars
That she
might find it
At the
right time
In the
right place
Fidget she
did
and flitter
her hands
over empty
space
as though
it was
made to
rent
and not
own.
“I can’t
write this
I don’t know
this
What do I know
about love.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I know
Nothing."
"YOU KNOW
SOMETHING
Since you’re
asking"
I said…
What about
How
And What
about
Who
And Is it
in
New
Or before
Or now?
What about
Where
And
Can you go
There?
Litltle
girl
Come on
Think
Into feeling.
I know
where
Was the
answer
In a
treehouse
In the
quiet air
At the top
of a stair
That all
could own
For
dreaming.
I now where
At least I
know
Where
At least
you know
Where
At the top
of the stair
In the
quiet air
At the fun
of the
Fair.
Go there
Little girl
Wherever
you can
Wherever you
will
Whenever
you might
Though the night
Were your
lampshade
Though the
day
Were your
way
And look up
Look up
Look up
…
Write about
love
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