Two Poems

Let’s Set Our Differences Aside

Let’s arrive at the Truth. Whoever gets there first should send The other one a postcard: A beach scene, a cobblestone street, A city skyline alive at night. Darling, I’m here. How I wish you were beautiful! Rain The smell of jasmine and wet cement The smell of rotten leaves and uncertainty The smell of I told you so The smell of You should’ve known better The smell of I could’ve been a contender The smell of Honey, let’s think it over The smell of newspaper The smell of rain