I heard Springsteen
recorded Nebraska in a weekend
in his kitchen
on a 4 track tape recorder.
I heard if you come over tonight
we could string christmas tree lights
from tree to tree all down the block
and watch them.
If I understood morse code
then we could listen to them
blink out all the promises of the things we’ve yet to lose.
I want to tell you this
in a text message
and hope you get the reference.
3 comments:
Dear Sasha,
I haven't talked to you at all this summer, really, and wanted to say: hi! I now have a blog, too (it is not as exciting, obviously, as yours) and have you linked on there because you're pretty super. Your poems are super, too. Anywayyyys. Hope all is well at WHOLE FOODS.. I luff you babbyyyy.
oh; it's bumblebird.blogspot.com if you are interested
My apologies, I haven't been able to check your site like I wanted to. You know, moving across the country and all... but I wanted to tell you that I really like this poem and the one before it. I have to page down to read all the things I've missed, but just wanted to let you know I'm reading again! :)
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