#205
We sat in that garden
if you could call it that,
outside your window,
beside us the highway rushed by
and i tried to pretend
that it reminded me of the ocean
while you napped
in the spring sunshine.
Louis Armstrong on a pocket radio
you smiled and said you remembered
and the song fell in rhythm with your
tangled tapping feet.
The morning was shorter than i'd have liked
and i found less words to say to you
than I wanted to
but at least we had the sunshine,
a blue sky,
and a friendly familiar face beside us.
#206
Oh the relief to have that one found,
the forevers spent longing
the forevers now once returned,
that sorrow answered
as we hold close
night after night
fighting away
that feeling again.
#207
Such a sad thing,
to see the sources of ignorance
sitting across from one and other
on all sides of the table.
#208
The mountaintops
so familiar
we wind and weave through
a storybook,
bending the corners of pages
of a history
almost forgotten.
#209
A great piece of advice
was not to listen to them at all.
Like directions from the
blind, i can see the wisdom.
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-Mr. Write