Picnic Table Iv Poem by Brian Minniear

Picnic Table Iv



Biting cold
Always knew me well
Frozen pen
Meets hand, familiar
From ground to Earth
From life to Love
Chance things
Some lesser forgotten
And places where I hid my dreams

Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: remember
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