5/29/12

Let's Last
By Linda M. Crate


you make my knees
sway like the limbs of

a tree in a harsh wind
when you walk by; your

words make me blush
like a schoolgirl giddy —

you make my heart sing
songs of adulation that

nest in the heart like
birdsong; I could spend

an eternity in your arms,
and not be bored with the

outcome, in a world where
nothing lasts — let’s make

ourselves a promise: let’s last.


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Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has a Bachelor's in English-Literature from Edinboro University. Her poetry and short stories have been published in several magazines.