Thursday, February 05, 2009
I would have gone canoeing
In the Boundary Waters and
Gathered dry wood to make
A fire for all of us to sit around.
I'm a hard worker-- you'd have never
Been sorry if you'd have invited me
To camp with The Girls
And lay on backs, on damp grass
To watch the Northern lights.
I'd have volunteered to stand
At the Guestbook of your sweet
Wedding, handing the pen to guests,
Saying hello. No need to even
Apologize-- there are no small jobs,
Only small people.