Naropa Flower by Vincent Horn
Hair as dark as night
Eyes that flash when she smiles
Tender
Caring
A bit naive
Full of so much love and hope
She gives so much
Not appreciated
Perhaps she was born in the wrong century
She is beautiful
Inside
And
Out
“Where are the poets? Take me to your poets!”
~
Dark as night with eyes a-smiling
The girl from Naropa U. goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes
Goes “A-a-a-h”
When she walks she’s like a poet
Ginsberg, Waldman, Cage and di Prima
That when she passes, each one she passes
Goes “A-a-a-h”
Ha! I love it.