Today's poem had a drawing behind it. First the poem.
Stand
Today I ran
Far from the land
Away from the world and you.
If I could fly
(I'd like to try),
I would follow your sky too.
You never knew
I loved you too.
Can I help you understand
That what we had
Was simply mad,
And I can no longer stand?
(Sometime in the late winter or early spring of 1995)
And now the photograph of my drawing. You know. Just for kicks.
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