Andrew Bowling

Rookie (1991 / Harrisburg)

Brisk - Poem by Andrew Bowling

Sweet afternoon,
the calm breeze in the parlor.
Walk with me,
so that we may share our lives.

Sweet afternoon,
so young.
Share with me the many secrets
that your heart carries with you.

Sweet afternoon,
so soft, so cool.
Let me hold your hand
as you run along, to-day and every.

Sweet afternoon
so cold, so brisk.
Art thou fading?

Sweet afternoon,
do not go.
do not leave.
Sweet afternoon,
stay with me.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011


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