two hundred fifty years from now
I'll be maybe three lines long;
probably two.

someone will read me
every six months or so
while trudging through
to visit someone
more recently planted.

and while I know
that there are some
who come along
and alter
the very pulse of the world

I'll be perfectly happy
with obscurity
if I can say
that for just one moment

I made you smile.

10/23/2005

Posted on 08/19/2008
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