A poet I only recently discovered but am completely enthralled with. Naomi Shihab Rye strings words together in a way that makes me think in different direction every time I re-read them. Enjoy!
One Boy Told Me
by Naomi Shihab Rye
Music lives inside my legs.
It's coming out when I talk.
I'm going to send my valentines
to people you don't even know.
Oatmeal cookies make my throat gallop.
Grown-ups keep their feet on the ground
when they swing. I hate that.
Look at those 2 o's with a smash in the middle --
that spells goodbye.
Don't ever say "purpose" again,
let's throw that word out.
Don't talk big to me.
I'm carrying my box of faces.
If I want to change faces I will.
Yesterday faced
but tomorrow's in BOLDFACE.
When I grow up my old names
will live in the house
where we live now.
I'll come and visit them.
Only one of my eyes is tired.
The other eye and my body aren't.
Is it true all metal was liquid first?
Does that mean if we bought our car earlier
they could have served it
in a cup?
There's a stopper in my arm
that's no going to let me grow any bigger.
I'll be like this always, small.
And I will be deep water too.
Wait. Just Wait. How deep is the river?
Would it cover the tallest man with his hands in the air?
Your head is a souvenir.
When you were in New York I could see you
in real life walking in my mind.
I'll invite a bee to live in your shoe.
What if you found your shoe
full of honey?
What if the clock said 6:92
instead of 6:30? Would you be scared?
My tongue is the car wash
for the spoon.
Can noodles swim?
My toes are dictionaries.
Do you need any words?
From now on I'll only drink white milk
on January 26.
What does minus mean?
I never want to minus you.
Just think: no one has ever seen
the inside of this peanut before!
It's hard being a person.
I do and don't love you -
isn't that happiness?
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