I am absolutely yours
and plumb, plumb crazy
for your company
You musn't keep me wondering
Bring yourself
to mine.(which is yours)
which is not really either of ours
we belong to the sky. yep, you and me.
There is little sense to this poem.
But I did say that I was plumb crazy.
and I said plumb twice.
What is plumb crazy, anyway?
See what you do to me.
If I should return there (to where I had been)
I would come back different than I was
and separate from who I am now
traveling back in a self who knows
how to enjoy strawberries in
the month of June.
A self who has learned little from life except
how to begin again
every once upon a time a little more free than the last.
Perhaps I've finally fallen in love with
the person hiding inside of me.
ah, yes.
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