They Say (1/17)
by Alyssa Robins If you are willing to step down from your podium To teach me what you know and to Learn from me Learn From books, diagrams, dirt, dust in noses, the Way stars bunch together like birds, your Weight by the dent you leave In the bed fifty years later, the Beauty of a French blue door, the Way light always changes, then Come Sit with me in a night-lit diner Let us write with Ephemeral fingertips the Plans of our lives On those white Formica tables |