Untitled 7/9/2016

July 11, 2016 § 2 Comments

Untitled 7/9/2016
there are not too many

things left to be said she said



         was saying something
so while sitting there

they wandered from each other

       shoulders and knees

       still touching
he was old at a loss for structure

so he ran through every blue he ever encountered

                               trying to

                match that

    of the sky

                 was at a loss for reason 

so she tried to suss out meanings 

in the lyrics

of songs

she was convinced  

she should have long ago

as the day spread thin 

a procession of regrets

came over the rise

each stopping to get reacquainted

before moving on
she dabbed her eyes he

steadied himself to help her up neither one noticing 

a crowd gathering 
as it got closer

faces came into focus 

faces of happinesses        

                of accomplishments

those of celebration 

       elation joy
as the circle closed in around them

she leaned harder

there are so many things left to be said

she said

and that

                was saying 

(c) 2016 Fred Whitehead 

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