For shouts, smiles, tears,
\nI have only minutes to write
\ntheir poems,
\npush them into words,
\nfill the scrapbook of a day,
\nsay to my soul,
\npitched in a wastebasket,
\nsorry I had so little time for you.<\/p>\n
Sorry most of what sang
\nin my heart,
\nmust be discarded,
\nto stay on schedule.
\nIf I was callous
\nit\u2019s not without pain,
\nto tell you,
\nwhatever you are,
\nwhatever you said to me,
\nwas beautiful without footnotes,
\nindescribably miraculous.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll come back another time,
\nwhen I have time
\nto spend a perfect day,
\nto tell the world how dear it is,
\nhow it kept me awake
\nwith gratitude,
\nthat I am having
\nthe time of my life,
\nand everything I throw away,
\nI\u2019ll retrieve,
\nand put it in a poem
\nwhere all my heart things stay,
\nnever to be overlooked again,
\nor forgotten.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
For shouts, smiles, tears, I have only minutes to write their poems, push them into words, fill the scrapbook of a day, say to my…<\/p>\n