I Want To Sit On A Bench In The Park With You
The water...
Gathering clouds...
Passersby...Do I know her?
Wind begins to blow...
Sun rises...six fingers above the horizon...
A tree broad enough to be a wind break...
The dog taking in the sights and smells...
*
*
*
*
And the sound of her voice


Gathering clouds...
Passersby...Do I know her?
Wind begins to blow...
Sun rises...six fingers above the horizon...
A tree broad enough to be a wind break...
The dog taking in the sights and smells...
*
*
*
*
And the sound of her voice


4
responses