becoming myself
could actually happen
i believe it could

on a rainy day
as leaves fall and paste themselves
to pavements and feet

walking familiar
paths to places known too well
shod in shoes worn out

if i were a rich man
counting money like syllables
then maybe i could rest

in increasing luxury
like a poem forming line by line
instead of worrying time

but i am more like
a haiku stanza falling
into line with you

and wishing i could
become myself with vengeance
and take you with me