Future Aisles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Future Aisles



Days of yesterday keeping us going in circles of music as its rhythms continue to usurp our minds and hearts.

Singing those silly little songs, making up words as they fell out into centers of every song we sang.

Never relenting, always in tune, moving down future aisles of matrimony as we planned our lives together.

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