Monday, September 8, 2008

1493. Open Ended

If you have
Some
Leftover
Creative
Energy
Can you
Please
Write me
A happy
Ending?
I don't
Know how.


Dating, San Francisco

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

There once was a girl
Who'd learned how to hurl
Not by choice
But to preserve voice
Along came a man
A manly man with a plan
And he tossed the ball
Back to her
To and fro it went
Sometimes in tango
Sometimes in lament
But on and on they played
On and on they stayed
Making her weakness
Their strength