A Poem I Wrote - Only You

I mentioned eleven-line poems nearly a month ago. Here's one of them.

Only You

Only you can open those doors

And thread the past into a bracelet

And lead the crowd in an encore

And clean the skies like a blanket

And find the fruit that fell

And become the people’s pathfinder

And fold your face to be presentable

And take the tablet that cures you

And wave at your friends as they fly away

And pretend your voice matters and

Only you can clutch that spade without sobbing