12-01-2013, 09:24 AM
[/size][/font]One day you notice
your favorite shirt
is hot red, not blue
the outside porch lights
are shaped like pineapples
you wonder if today is the day
for that epiphany you’ve been
waiting for all your life
Maybe your lover is now Irish,
a lassie who leans her head
slightly to the right when she
kisses you. Someone knocks;
you eagerly open the door;
a lilied field stretches beyond
everything you will ever know
your favorite shirt
is hot red, not blue
the outside porch lights
are shaped like pineapples
you wonder if today is the day
for that epiphany you’ve been
waiting for all your life
Maybe your lover is now Irish,
a lassie who leans her head
slightly to the right when she
kisses you. Someone knocks;
you eagerly open the door;
a lilied field stretches beyond
everything you will ever know