We stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something--

(C) Richard Brautigan
03/19/2017


Best Poems of Richard Brautigan

• 15%
• My Nose Is Growing Old
• Man
• The Wait
• Color As Beginning
• Part 3 Of Trout Fishing In America
• Boo, Forever
• Mating Saliva
• Milk For The Duck
• Poker Star
• I Live In The Twentieth Century
• Love Poem
• Part 6 Of Trout Fishing In America
• At The California Institute Of Technology
• Part 5 Of Trout Fishing In America
• Part 10 Of Trout Fishing In America
• Less Time