Monday, March 16, 2009

Winter Passing, Spring Blooms



The Bench down by the coin operated laundry mat was our favorite spot
As you allowed your hands to form into shadowed animals upon the walls
I always felt as though we had an audience, you always enjoyed that feeling
The dog chasing the rabbit was the classic choice, as my child like heart grows old
This bench is beginning to have its wear on me as I begin to feel the distance settle in

cheers.

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