Slight twinge in the ribs reminds me of the afternoon many years ago
When I lay down in the grass waiting for the rainbow
Sparkle in the eyes and spring in the knees
Waiting to jump ahead and run.
As the dry page flutters at the turn of the decade
The banyan tree doesn't have the same shade any more.
3 comments:
Is this an experience from your life? Looks like one!
is that your question? looks like two.
what we write is our own experience. either before it or during it and better, if the experience is after it.
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