dark remains of afternoon stall
dark remains of afternoon stallthe inevitable gloom of shadows
there are no references no books
no memory of those walking before us
just a day coming to an end
the warmth of windows in love
is a surrender in turrets bending
with flags flying and hearts ticking
there is a place where I can hide
gasping with summer's breath
let me hold you while I can
let me tell you
there is no more than this love
cherries bleeding on the patio
perennials still in bloom
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-09 at 18:10
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