Marina

magestic, magic
infinite
my little girl is
sun
on the carpet-
out the door
picking a flower, ha!
an old man,
battle-wrecked,
emerges from his
chair
and she looks at me
but only sees
love,
ha!, and I become
quick with the world
and love right back
just like I was meant
to do.

Charles Bukowski

1 comentario

[Bel - 22 de octubre de 2009 - 17:11]

This poem brings me back memories from my time at uni. Bukowski, Kerouac, Ginsberg...those great words with a magnificent Canadan accent (my professor's)