After AWP
by Bryan Borland
This is a first for me,
the de-icing of the plane,
melting the stoicism
of being away from you.
For three days, I was a business
man. I thought of you,
but the gears turned for hours,
the pistons of introduction,
the pivot of compliment,
Jensen, Hennessy, Klein,
the poets of this machine.
Even my nostrils froze in Chicago,
dizzying my head
with a cold you gave me,
so that even when you weren’t on my mind,
Missouri between us stole my breath
and would not give it back.
© Bryan Borland
As usual form Bryan Borland, a poem that states volumes in a few well-sculpted lines.
Grady
Beautiful. Sweet. Simple. The way real love actually is. Love this. Ain’t it good to be home?
You never cease to impress with simplicity at its most complex.
Nothing says lovin’ like poetry, except for maybe the sharing of communicable diseases.
Reblogged this on bibliokleptomaniac and commented:
one of my new favorite poets
to feel that way again…makes me hungry. to have felt that way before…makes me blessed. to feel…to feel. love this.