Bonding Time With Frank Herrera

~ ~ ~ ~ ````~ ~ ~ ~ with my wind-blown mane riding with time’s first cherubic chance the early dusk’s gate opens; “ Oh,Frank..it’s you”, he smiles in a trance in the porch, trays of capers and breeze of tea sing of smiles, so much to know he slowly rewinds pages of Hispanic tales; i feel his poetry and life escapades grow we sip our passion for books and rare sentiments, bonding like old friends for hours rising then pausing about music, humor and tears, lost loves and even April showers his peppered hair defies what he calls gentle aging, punch lines grant us release as stars shape an ending of one night with pleasant tingles of fun and deep peace after a slight buddy pat, i hand him my painting with hopes we meet once more knowing he warmly enjoys the gypsy and angel in me, as i gaily walk out the door all rights reserved © `````````````````````````````` (( for Michael Falotico's " First Words Over Coffee")) by nette onclaud