It may have beena whistle-stop to some (but not to me)It may have beenthere all the whilebeside the avid treeAnd when the seasonschanged – and thesunset turned to dayThe deciduousand evergreeninvited all to stayThey shaded thoughtsof yesteryearand thoughts yet to applyAnd as the winterturned to springthey pondered – asking whyWhy did that manjust disappearand fear […]
Tag: cafe
Choice
I met her at a cafe she was on a common wall out of many one from behind the counter, standing tall She grew impatient quickly and asked me if I own my home No, I’m renting; I’d retort (what business was it of hers I thought) that’s personal – for me to know and me […]
sensualism 