This not-so-great poem is dedicated to my friend Tyler, who lives in Indiana. While reading his blog, I stumbled across this poem which was to me, so I decided that he deserved a reply. However, I've been experiencing just a slight case of writer's block with poetry for the past couple weeks, so it's not as awesome as he deserves, but it was the best I could manage. For now, anyway.
Memorize my face--my name--
these, you know. These, you claim.
My voice, my eyes--you have those, too?
Or do they exist inside a frame?
A friend, you say--and this is true,
even though I've not seen you.
But never have you let me down,
which puts you in with very few.
Surely you should wear a crown,
for proving yourself from all around
with such few words and little time
that reach from there to this small town.
And I know that you can spin a rhyme
that compared to this one, is the prime
and humorous result of a smiling heart
and friend I've found. And me--I'm
glad you came to me--from the start--
your letter to June--a work of art--
and to be your friend, what a joy,
though we live so far apart.