To P.J. (2 yrs old who sed write
a poem for me in Portland, Oregon)
a poem for me in Portland, Oregon)
if i cud ever write a
poem as beautiful as u
little 2/yr/old/brotha,
I wud laugh, jump, leap
up and touch the stars
cuz u be the poem i try for
each time i pick up a pen and paper.
u. and Morani and Mungu
be our blue/blk/stars that
will shine on our lives and
makes us finally BE.
if i cud ever write a poem as beautiful
as u, little 2/yr/old/brotha,
poetry wud go out of bizness.
*we admit we felt somewhat emo today. we were stuck inside with a bellyache and turned to Caroline Kennedy's collection of children's poetry, french impressionism (love the vibrant color and shapes. thanks Braque you sexy frogeater!), and a little Sofia Coppola to tide us over.)
cheers beers and conquer your fears,
*f
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