For till-now-forgotten loves.
Delicious adolescent pains
And rhymes that tried to make sense of them.
I smile now, and think:
I know more words now.
I could handle them much better
With more dexterity, more skill,
...Perhaps less spontaneity
(Which may be a good idea).
And i wouldn’t do too badly
With the poems either.
February 2001 (read at September 5th reading)