Nobody's Poetaster
poetical musings
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Marlene
My mind drifts away
whenever I see your face.
I'm really not sure why
and I'll probably never know.
I wish you'd let me try
to find the door.
It must be there somewhere
hidden behind your quiet beauty.
- Fall 1972
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