As For Me

As for me,

no one cares
except within the context 
of how my life
and experience
validate or enhance
their own.

It’s the first day
of spring. My body
likes that though my mind’s
still wintry.

It’s below
freezing but the burst 
of crocuses in the back yard
stand like middle fingers
to that stubborn season.

Forget I told you this.
Take it for your own;

as for me,
if you go outside
to look, I’m safe
from your erasure.

About Tony Brown

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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