Someday, when you are twenty-four and walking through
The street of a foreign city...
Let me go with you a little way,
Let me be that stranger you won't notice.
And when you turn and enter a bar full of young men
and women, and your laughter rises,
Like the stones of a path up a mountain,
To say that no one has died,
I promise I will not follow.
Blue Stone
Larry Levis
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Poem topics: city, laughter, women, young, notice, street, stranger, mountain, promise, walking, follow, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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