Poem for her 739

Dear Readers,


Thought times 1

There are those things she does
They stem from ages riding a bike
Off to the library
To get a favorite author
Or several
She read the blog
Confusion and all
The lines where I just free verse
The lines of odd bits
Things struck her to say
Then she did
Lines and lines only heard in my head
Seen not but by me and God
Heard in her head as she typed them
By her and God
Written with meanings
Hidden from all
Held fast by electrons and God
Reporting back to us
Later in a thought stream
Heard by poets
Spoke by media here and there
Then a snow flake
Landing on her car
As she spied me pass by

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.