I hit your window
With a little pebble
But then I’d always been
a simple rebel.
A tiny tap
A fading noise
I’d rather play with you
Than play with toys.
But then you appear
I moved so near
To almost touch
Your turquoise jewelry
A dangling memory
You’re more beautiful now
Than I remember, somehow
Because you’re solid and sure
Much more mature
And substantial.
Thanks for it all
Even though it seems small
It meant the world to me
To see
you
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006

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