The Innisfree Poetry Journal
by Tim Suermondt
We’ll meet one day,Almost perfect, and I love paper boats and watermelon
but I love land more than water, the streets of concrete
more than dirt roads, the city no matter how troubled and torn
more than the enchanted forest. Were it up to me we’d meet
on the long University boulevard filled with students on bicycles,
returning from Spring Break with a desire to hit the books again,
trying to be the scholar I could never be, those pages of history,
philosophy, science and the lonely romance of exams that promise
entrée to a golden future as if there couldn’t be any other.
A paper boat, a watermelon on the dormitory steps, a great comet
blazing across the sky the moment we meet for that first time,
your dress the color of wheat flowers blooming under the windows.
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