"Does the wind still rise?"
stories told won't be forgotten
kids running and the sun setting
tell me these don't mean something
can i tell you a story
that you will clutch and carry and
never let go
stories that remain and stories that you retell
stories that live and breathe with
The words i write are cold and logical
numbers and semicolons and
but a frame for a story for you to tell
this might be all i can do
but i will be gladly be
the spine and binding
of a wonderful story to be told.