A Poem for You: Naïve by Tim Seibles


Naïve Tim Seibles I love you but I don’t know you —Mennonite Woman When I was seven, I walked home with Dereck DeLarge, my arm   slung over his skinny shoulders, after-school sun buffing our lunch boxes.   So easy, that gesture, so light—  the kind of love that lands like a leaf.   It was 1963.   We were two black boys   whose snaggle-toothed grins  held a thousand giggles.   Remember? Remember wanting to play   every minute, as if that  was why we were born?   Those hands that bring us shouting into this life   must open like [...]