I rode a poem today.

I wrote, a poem, today,
Or did it ride me.

To be taken, for a ride,
by a poem.

It climbs out.
Kicking and scratching,
and crawling my way.

Soon to be forgotten.

No fish to wrap.
No fires to start.

Just memories to make,
and lives to change.

he said, she said

she said,

no babies can I have,

he said,

I luv you still,

she said,

maybe their will be babies

he said,

I luv you still.

two years they tried

two twins they lost,

or so it seamed.

she said,

i want you to see a doctor.

he said,

I luv you still.

she said,

I will help you.

Together, they found,

it was him, not her.

he cried,

and cried.

she said,

I luv you still.

then came the babies,

and they luved them so.

--

Steven Bassett