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old friends like spring

old friends stay with me
dead and alive
they still speak
to the path’s
scattered blossoms
pink and white
whispers that they knew
I’d like
so I breathe deep
with hope they too
take in the sweet
scent of apple
petals, and lilacs leaning
on the gated walk
where I cheat by
to the park

22 May 17

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