One old couple
holding hands
on the park bench where
you kissed me for the first time
– carefully –
not spilling a drop
of the coffee I bought.
The beginning of a new poem I published at my other site.
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One old couple
holding hands
on the park bench where
you kissed me for the first time
– carefully –
not spilling a drop
of the coffee I bought.
The beginning of a new poem I published at my other site.
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