comforts
there’s the ugly vinyl
brown soft chair
with the gash, mended
with duct tape
there’s the gentle feeling
deep in, when seeing
a rabbit in the yard
while listening to Vivaldi
there’s the energy in a
crowd with friends
hearing tales
old and new
then there’s the moments
of quiet bliss when the then,
the now and the whenever
blend.
Friday, October 15, 2010
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