Last updated on December 7, 2023
Baby Blues
when she
comes back
I’ll be stooped
and low
looking at the ants
below
won’t see the sky
or stars at night
no sun
no moon
or tops of trees
or airplanes
headed out
I’ll see the drops
that fall
to ground
and remember
the river
her head down
picking up rocks
turning ‘em over
keeping a few
leaving the rest
yeah, when she comes back
I’ll be stooped
and low
looking at her
sole
wonder what she’ll wear
flat or heeled
or bare
TL