April 25, 2012 § 2 Comments

the days, though
not quite days of despair,
seem to have taken on
a softer glow

the way light looks
through a lampshade
dusted with unnoticed years

he sits on the porch
on warm nights and listens
for the muted
echo of sweet laughter

that seems to rise
from the patch
of lavender by the walk
waiting in repose
for a bit of itself
to be taken up
and rubbed together
in a young woman’s hands


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