02
Feb
09

Columbo

I don’t even know your first name
And I’m in love with you.
You’ve such a sense of childlike
Wonder and elan as you
Ask your questions.
You’re not always truthful but
When your eyes sparkle, the hair
Falls boyishly across your forehead,
All is forgiven.
I know there will be cigar ash on the carpet.
I know my poetry book will be coffee stained.
I know I’ll be cleaning chili off your trenchcoat.
But if you bring the cheese and onions,
I’ll bring the saltine crackers and
I won’t kick you out of bed
For getting crumbs
All over the sheets.

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2 Responses to “Columbo”


  1. February 2, 2009 at 10:08

    beautiful love poem. so joyableto read.

  2. February 4, 2009 at 06:39

    Your movement from ash to coffee to chili was powerful and personal. Good work.


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