the ground you walk on
is red carpet.
a little sigh and the crowd will cheer
begging to be the one you call-
and i
just a mere paper boy.
only time I’m in your presence is when i read the front page
sometimes past the new shooting
but there you are
a queen.
you know i breathe but you don’t know i exist
walkin’ this earth (the same as you)
just not in your light
and what would the sun be without your beauty to shine on
without your beauty, a poet to rhyme on-
but i
just a mere paper boy
will work my route
spread your beauty
but i will keep one for myself
not just for the crossword later no
but because your mind is the treasure
six letters down and it’s just lovely
and little girls will read this
wanting to grow up and be just like you-
i like to dream that’s our little girl-
you can teach her how to act and speak and be proper
and i-
the perfect throwing technique of a paper
she’ll be unstoppable
