You, Jenny,
are an Alabama skyline:
a seamless transition between heaven & earth
stretching far and far away.
If I ran there,
it’d take forever and a day.
It’s untouchable, some say,
but I will get there. Yes, I’ll run,
I will be your Forrest Gump.
Even when shit happens,
when it rains sideways,
and when you get bounced around
like a ping pong ball,
I won’t be far away.
You, Jenny,
are my magic shoes.
You keep me going
day to day, ocean to ocean,
to the end of the world
and right back home to Alabama,
to you.
She sounds lovely :)
Thanks. =)
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Jenny. Forest Gump. I get it. Nothing about running through the reflection pool?
I think I already wrote that poem (in my head) when I was in DC earlier this year. Just standing at the top of the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and looking across the reflecting pool to the Washington Monument, that moment was a poem itself.