Poem 7
Wynton Marsalis
A man forgets what
the boy knew
for true.
'Til you halted an awkward parade of
silly grownup games and stone-cold jolly
with the devastating presentness of yes.
Jumpstart my sputtering heart
I RIDES THE RIM
The barest breeze brings you on the wind
reminds me of first things:
first day of school
first crush
first slow dance
first kiss
first time you let me know what it feels like to be you
