Saturday, March 30, 2013

The Beginning

Was it the setting sun or the lingering shadows
did we see each other?
we met at the park and began with tea
do you remember the grass?
and the gentle breeze that had started to blow
do you remember wondering
why a moment so simple
should be so rare?
we went to the outhouse
with sleeping dogs and strewn mattresses
when I held you close to me
I saw my years of poverty
vanishing in the fading light
I thank you for offering tea
and I know you thank me
for accepting the offer.

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