Quel, my former office mate, sent me a poem by Dorothea Grossman. I loved it and I decided to research more on her and I found this perfect poem. Yes, even the ears.
I HAVE TO TELL YOU
by Dorothea Grossman
I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong,
and I remember everything,
even your ears.
by Dorothea Grossman
I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong,
and I remember everything,
even your ears.
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