the bikers & the businessmen
the tradesmen & the it's-all-about-me
the ones with green eyes &
the ones with tanned arms
the ones with long legs &
the ones with loud voices
the ones with no idea &
the ones with some kind of clue
the ones with red hair &
the ones with no money in his pockets
the ones that refused to dance with me &
the ones that dug that I dug sports
the ones that could hold a tune &
the ones that thought "I love you" meant "walk on me"
the ones that snored at night &
the ones that did not steal all the covers
the ones that knew how to kiss &
the ones that thought they could rock any girl's world
the ones I left & still remember their scent &
the ones I wish I never met but remember their names just the same

I have kept them all with me
all the men I have known
kept them all like poems in my pocket

kept them as close as if the passing years were just days
and the days were drops of water I gathered to brew this cup of tea
I sip on my porch while I smile to myself & so many ghosts.

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