When
When the walls clear,
there in breeze
is the realization
that it was indeed Jake,
still young in his way,
not understanding
that there is no mistake.
And Ford Perfect?
Well, She was no fake.
Either.
Never read the book,
So I made up
my own characters.
Is that so bad?
It really is all
in my head.
But I don't think
that it was me
who blinked.
Mighta winked,
though.
And I'm a thinker...
I can't help
that my mind tinkers,
with the Uni.verse.
It spoke first.
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2009
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