Friday, March 17, 2006

3rd St. and Houston

She waits at the curb
Between 3rd St. and Houston
Wanting to cross the street and come to me
Greets me with a smile and a poem
" I know you
Looking into your earth tones
Your laughter makes peace and
I can't understand where or how
But the wind through your hair
Reminds me of November....
I miss the kiss just after you leave
So promise you never will."

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