By the time she reads this <br />I'll be in Alabama. <br />I ate the ham and pasta stew <br />and cleaned the fridge <br />of all those tings desirable. <br /> <br />But it was hot and I am poor. <br />You are my cousin, (never met) , <br />and ought to understand, <br />and scold me not, you know <br />I have to feed not one but two. <br /> <br />By the time you read this <br />I'll be in Alabama. <br />The fellow was so nice <br />and took my bag up to the bus. <br />I am in love again, dear cousin <br />are you happy? Because I think <br />we both could be the flowers <br />of magic deserts rolling spinifex forever.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-child/
