The empty street is a blink,
reminds me of a thing or two,
about us.
What thing?
parallel thoughts run in my head
buzz abuzz
Bees, grease, shadow of a ghost.
Come here,
give me a hug,
maybe a kiss or two
And we will be good.
Story of a moment
Posted: February 25, 2011 in musings, poem, UncategorizedTags: Moment, Poem, thoughts
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