When you do grow up
you’ll be able to write
poems and things will be
like they are now,
except there will be
more sardines, and all the
grilled cheese sandwiches
on white bread will move
away and it may still snow
on cold nights when the
dogs bark, wrestling in
the dark, but all the stars
are the same, and you
are the same, still wavering
in the hall light, unbridled
light nor dark.
from Black Dog SongsFind more by Lisa Jarnot at the library
Copyright © 2003 Lisa Jarnot
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.