through the
airwaves
I heard you
as you spoke
4000 miles of
culture shock
cut short in
land of Kroc
I imagine
you for all you are
brightest
European star
fruitful
tree of Danube born
fruits that
dress you and adorn
wishes
coming
needs unmet
you lack a hand
when putting
to bed
need to work
at midnight
hour
to not
succomb
to illness
sour
need to rest
your weary
head
’fore
morning breaks
and gets
ahead
need to love
those needy
boys
help them
sort
the heap of
toys
I wish to
love you
in ways
regaled
to make up
all the times
I failed
you speak --
I hear your
words
but more
than that:
I hear your
voice
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