12/31/11

For You
By Todd Norton


I imagine death more suitable
for flowers and thunderstorms.
The finality is such beauty.
I imagined love exactly
as you’ve become,
growing from the ashes of loneliness,
dissolute children of parentless prospects,
relying on faith
to obtain what we seek.

Empty windows along crowded streets
and nothing is familiar
except this need to be found.
There’s more than one song
in the jukebox,
there’s one that fits
everything you say,
every dream you think,
every pain we’ve felt.

I imagined life more beautiful
and then you appeared,
my hand in yours,
as we become
forever bound.


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Todd Norton is a Native American poet who lives and works in Appleton, Wisconsin.