K Poem J

she had the unassuming brilliance

and beauty of Audrey Hepburn,

and she kicked me in the heart right when

she walked into my double. 

she had...

Reckless abandon.

        Strands of hair.

              Strands of lost love. 

                   Nothing turns to something.

                         Then back to nothing.

                             So fly high before you die. 

I unfurl in the spring

and I do need to know your initials.

I need a buffer

to let you know

that not every poem

is about you.