|All Those Days
We are amazed by ourselves
after all these years,
dwelling on small things
we have nurtured, held dear.
Wine glass empty.
I hold your hand.
Wink while you send one back and smile.
I am giddy from this “you and I.”
the long hard miles.
If i could walk back down
laughter would be near,
so few tears.
6 Jul 17
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why, larry... this is almost poetry.
You just can't stop yourself can you. No known cure for Cadmiumitis.
Larry on and on Lark
you're so astute.
you know, 'larry', you once praised me here for always trying to take the dialog to a higher level. that begs the question, now, and i wonder where the level you're taking this fits in a real world of living poetry? i suspect it's under the kitchen sink with the scrub rags -- something about making your past look shiny and your present seem viable. viable to the ignorant.
Give yourself a rest cad, you are starting to sound exhausted.
Larry fagged out Lark
thank you for your courtesy, sahib.
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