a barnes and noble find

i found this in a book called valentines...


this Valentine's day, I intend to stand
for as long as I can on a kitchen stool
and hold back the hands of a clock,
so that wherever you are, you may walk
even more lightly in your loveliness;
so that the weak, mid-february sun
(whose chill I will feel from the face
of the clock) cannot in anyway
lessen the lights of your hair, and the wind
(whose subtle insistence I will feel
in the minute hand) cannot tight
the corners of your smile. People
drearily walking the winter streets
will long remember this day;
how they glanced up to see you
there in a storefront window, glorious,
strolling along the outside of time








oh how i'm growing to love poetry.