A Toast To Equilibrium
Along the path, I think of you.
Along the trees of gray.
And too, I think, it's good I do.
Within this shadow play.
Where sunlight's but a peekaboo,
The waters pigged a Prussian blue,
And the empty seat that misses you,
In my dowdy cabriolet.
s.d. Long {Inspired by a push by Suz-D to write another poem.}
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2013
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