Monday, August 8, 2016

As I Drive

                                               ... as I drive I remember

                                                                                             ... on the key ring you made for me

                                    ... a silver bear claw

                                                              ... a lock of buffalo hair / softly brushing my knee


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4 comments:

  1. Geo.August 9, 2016 at 1:30 AM

    We are certainly connected to the past through the slightest touches. Excellent poem.

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  2. MontuckyAugust 12, 2016 at 5:57 PM

    The little thoughtful things make the most pleasant memories.

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