by Ted Kooser
Carefully placed upon the future,
it tips from the breeze and skims away,
frail thing of words, this valentine,
so far to sail. And if you find it
caught in the reeds, its message blurred,
the thought that you are holding it
a moment is enough for me.
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I almost posted this as well. We are twin-brains.
Crazy! I love this poem though. It is so fragile and vulnerable-- although any reference to "caught in the reeds" makes me think of two things: Moses, and those fuzzy nests we used to make out of pussy willows for little animals we thought needed a bed.
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