Wednesday, November 18, 2009

for tomorrow

don't know 
what you think
of me now,

when you think,
or if you do.
can't imagine 
not having you 

on my mind 
or in my plans 
for tomorrow 

or next week. 

for weeks
I've restrained
my impulse

to see you;

it's been months
since desire 
drove me 
from my 

I sleep soundly
not knowing. 

Poem © 2009 by R. Burnett Baker 
Colorized photo taken by R. Baker of  an oil
on cardboard painting by Ina Jean Garner, circa 1980's.

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