I won’t neglect my computer
reading the constellations
in the sky, writing down
their shapes and little clues
giving what I can’t remember
we have that won't go down
visual coordinates for dreaming
I won't neglect you, my dear
I'll make another poetry
a red ladder of heroes
animals, tools and gods
all the fools I cannot touch
and stuff it quickly into a bag
when you say come to bed.
this is so dear. the red ladder of heroes.
ReplyDeleteYou are kind. Thank you.
DeleteLower the ladder. Pull it up.