Inspired by the Carl Sandburg poem Maybe.
Pearls
Maybe when the sun goes down
she’ll be waiting for my call,
maybe sunshine will be the last
line
in a poem meant for two,
maybe her love line will be long
enough
for my own to wrap around and
hold,
maybe loving her will be my hobby
and
my job and I will work forever
to keep
those flowers in her hair,
maybe by touching her I might
shed the
shadows round my eyes and I’ll
be watching
her until the days go by and my
promises
are like pearls she wears
around her neck.
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