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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