Thursday, August 7, 2014
To Die For by John Blase
I keep rereading this poem.
To Die For
I’m sure I don’t understand everything that was involved
but some evenings when the breeze is slight but jazzy
and the shadows are almost honest I feel I’ve a hunch
as to why God thought this world was to die for.
I’ve got nowhere near the courage God has but I’d like to
believe that if presented with the same chance to take
one for the team that I would have taken it, shame and all.
Again, this would not be due to broadly shoulders but rather
of possessing a ticker that’s a sucker for lemonade stands
manned by the pure of heart that refuse to close up shop early
because surely there’s one more righteous neighbor willing
to pay for a cup of cold sweetness before the day’s end.