(dedicated to Courtney Silverman)
Yes, I know
you mean a lot to me,
I know it's hard for you
to have such an open heart
in this mad weird world,
I know you're scared
(to be hurt, to be blue)
Trust me:
I'm scared, I dream, I love
a little too
But that's why I do
these strange things I do:
monies and cities pass
dollars and euros
New York, Constantinople, and Rome
But humanity regrows
and people remember the painter of pictures
people remember a poem
