Missing You

On the front step
missing you. 

I’ll know
when I’ve missed you enough:
a turtle
will sprint from the backyard
to the front and skid
to a stop in front of me.

Or there will be
pink lightning
in the far edge of the sky,
and the thunder will sound
a high C.

Or else
I’ll just stop missing you
and my air will vanish
from within me.

 

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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