Meeting In The Dark
The nights grows pale, stars in dead gray,
the luscious trees waving away-
with boughs so plump,ripeness is due,
though dreamy strolls light up the bay.
How the breeze wiggles, toes are bare
on sandy coasts, I feel restless
then 'round I go to a town's fair,
And there, I meet her-- nonchalant
Somehow, this view leaves me uncertain,
Would she care still after summers, absent?
Snapshots Of A Night Scene
Nette Onclaud, Sponsor
May 16, 26
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