this story.

some of them leave you
greater
than when -Y'ou arrived. 
be one
of these. Places that
lend
sovereignty through the mouth.  too
the rib's cages,  beneath the tongue.
where you can feel it absorbing.    
like the characters in your books
about discovering
happiness.  
this story drives a
motorcycle.
and
eats cornbread with a spoon.stirs things up
a bit.  at a time
we all need to fall in love with
a desert and then a waterfall. 
just so we know the difference.
this story sleeps on
park benches
 asks
wh?at you're thinking
about, halfway
through the afternoon. and
hears you.listens.before the words fall out.
because we all.hope.
someone might come along and believe in us
just
long
enough
that we believe ourselves.




Andrew Tipton