There’s that part
after Emily Dickinson writes
“Alone, I cannot be”
When I think of you.
And the word ‘Alone’
changes shape in the sky.
So many have tried.
‘Well done’ says Bukowski
And raises his glass.
Words have magic
There’s that part
after Emily Dickinson writes
“Alone, I cannot be”
When I think of you.
And the word ‘Alone’
changes shape in the sky.
So many have tried.
‘Well done’ says Bukowski
And raises his glass.
A Wandering Poet 