Multiple Spring Times
Sitting by the window
Wondering what I see
A lady bug?
The spanse of woods?
Or, a bit of you in me?
The quiet is so deafening
Mere existence and the sound of shared breathing
Sun tow amr the cold that grows, continues, and surrounds.
Physical distance ends,
Momentarily,
As the real journey begins
Copyright © Danny Grantham Jr | Year Posted 2008
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