Gold light of this unusual summer
driving there to here on one of
those roads you swear you’ll remember
the way it is beautiful you’ll remember
summer green and seven o’clock
and then there is the sky and we are
listening to old rock and roll and the windows
are open we drive to friends
to their field where we all eat, together
and apart, briefly unmasked.
Prosecco and cherries and for a while
this life resumes.
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I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.
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Beautiful images for me to see! Thank you!