enveloping

rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
edited November 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
good fortune when not robbed of but kept with
when rocking on the back porch its like
when thinking of your kids, and mine

where music hits you
in the kitchen with rings
and the telephone and your grammy walking you to
first grade

what you used was what you pretend

your dreams came true and sweaty
your hands held hands yesterday
and when you punched the wall
remember
if you recall something precious
and you can stir in it
that's all
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