Thursday, July 21, 2011

Boulder, Colorado

I'd meet you on seventh street
Boulder, Colorado
halfway from anywhere
halfway to nowhere

Would you hold me close?
Would you have a smile?

I'd follow mistaken coordinates
for the unmistakable heart
and wait for you
across from the gas station.



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3 comments:

  1. poemblazeJuly 21, 2011 at 12:56 PM

    Beautiful. :-) The last stanza is perfect!

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  2. Miss AshJuly 21, 2011 at 1:02 PM

    Ah, my home state! <3

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  3. AndreasJuly 21, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    Ah, Kenia, this reminds me so of poems I wrote a while back for a woman named Emily who lives in Asheville, North Carolina.

    With all the mistakes we make our hearts are truly unmistakable. To have a heart, what a gift... to give.

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