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[r_maida]

As you fluttered in my future

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[j_taggart]

That's really beautiful. I like this poet more and more each time you post something of his. What is the rest of the poem like?

[r_maida]

I thought you might like it. It reminded me of someone very special. Here's another piece of it.

I always knew
that you would find me,
no clock needed to remind
me that it would happen.
I planned on it, worked it out
hid in plain sight every day
knowing you would pass,
that way or this, come along,
go by, pause in moving to
here or somewhere; near or
far it did not matter. You
would arrive.

It kept the heart
alive and thriving in the clatter
of times' travel to know
that you would turn and see me
then not turn away.You here
or coming, unraveling the puzzle,
kept me whole and safe
and driving on toward this day.

[j_taggart]

I love it. It's perfect, you know? With the waiting and all. I'm blushing.

[r_maida]

I thought it was too. You're beautiful when you blush. And more.

A nocturne for The King of Naples,
A serenade or two for those who
got me through some fearful midnights.
Sonatas for some faces time erases but
does not forget. A double wind concerto
for the wind itself; it could have blown
me anywhere, but wouldn't, didn't. I
dropped some songs along the way in
laps of strangers, even laps I knew. But
this music you see spread around you
these notes and half notes, planted long
ago, that grew and grew was/were saved,
because I always knew that you would
find me and help me with the harvest.

The strongholds, the havens that
proved weak and wanting, lessons
learned, prizes earned, not always
given. Paths I paved, paths unpaved.
The rest of what I have to offer, little
things this life's amassed; for you,
for you, it was for you I saved
the best for last.

[ex_b_fletch]

You know, I totally blame my Rod McKuen addiction on you.

[r_maida]

I don't mind taking responsibility for that one.

[ex_b_fletch]

It's a good addiction, so I don't mind it one bit.

[r_maida]

That's good to know.