Thursday, December 3, 2015

Of New Adventures with Old Friends

Of bonds
broken
becoming
anew
over food

Over time
change makes
whole
smaller
us
bigger

Big
we may be
though
the pinks of 
bougainvillea
know

What 
we don't
when the
sun sets
and the 
last pigeon flies

I will be glad
you are here.








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