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March 24, 2005

Blue Car

I love the way
The street light fell on your hair
Last night.
Now
It is daytime.
You have gone
And I wait by the window
For your return.
Hoping
That you are not violent or
In jail.
Someday
Wishfully soon
I'll wait by the door
For you to come
Home.

Posted by BlueWolf on March 24, 2005 11:13 PM