“Love Song” by George Spencer

I travel.
I think about love.
I try to make connections.
I’d like a girlfriend and you could be my bowl of fruit,
my prickly pear, my cactus.

Flowers bloom in the desert after it rains.
Not long. Not often.
Love’s like that.
Like old maps.
Interesting because they are usually wrong.
More imagination than coordinates.
We must be happy with what is.

So where am I? Where are you?
The rain is discouraging but good in the desert.
Though my socks are wet
I see a bright future for that mesa, that mountain.

They are forever.
We are mist and magic.

George Spencer

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George Spencer is a New York-based poet, artist and author of Unpious Pilgrim, Screw the Muses and The Obscene Richness Of Our Times. Spencer is the director of two cable shows, one about poetry and the other about multimedia artists, and the founding editor of the multimedia literary magazine faroutfurthertoutoutofsight. Unpious Pilgrim is available through Fly by Night Press at this link.

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