CALM Publishing

YOU WALK IN

Every once in a while
We do stupid things
Walk right into a screen door
Converse openly about your fears
Slip into an accent not appropriate
Perhaps dance too sexy in a Mexican restaurant Swinging senorita Linda on a table top
While the audience clapped
Her heels snapping
Her voice melting
Each one in the crowd was mesmerized
But, between us, it was just another passing crisis Her, wanting perfection
And me coming in a bit short
But in the end, close enough to procreate with Leave blossoms behind
Full of life, full of hope
Just as her voice intoned

We live in a world of quick opinion. Favor yourself, have none.
Allow each day to unfold
Empty of preconceived notions

This is our little universe You’re born lucky
The sun smiles on you You sit against the brick A school yard at six

The rays warm your face You look up

It is God smiling down
Time passes, it is 8:00 o’clock They open the school doors You walk in

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