It's been too many years now
And I can't remember your face
But every once in awhile
Familiarity taps me on the shoulder
And there's a song
A laugh
That gently rustles these mental leaves
I don't know if it was spring or fall
But when I am barefoot
I feel like that's the way it was
With you
In the coolness
And all I know
Is that you can take the man out of the garden
But you can't take the garden
Out of the man
OK here is a comment - Wow! And this is wow for all of these poems. I love them. Cool. Wow!
ReplyDeleteLove this one... don't know if it's spring or fall... the coolness.. barefoot... I walked it while I read it.
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