Poem

Marina

Charles Bukowski
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet- out the door picking a flower, ha! an old man, battle-wrecked, emerges from his chair and she looks at me but only sees love, ha!, and I become quick with the world and love right back just like I was meant to do.

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