The brown dog wanted a walk
So she and I took to the hills
Covered with long slender grasses
And suddenly their scent,
Sweet and sharp as mown hay,
Sent me to those hills back home--
Three houses away from our house--
Where my girlfriends and I hiked
And made forts from scrub oak
And talked about the boy on our street
Who gave us shy smiles when
He knew the other boys weren't looking.
I had not thought of these things for
Years until the long cool grasses
Remembered.
1 comment:
Wow. I just spent a good part of my evening reading your poems. Wow again. I love them. Although I feel I must write a poem called, "What You Miss at Midnight." Thanks for a sweet evening.
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