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


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

  2. The little thoughtful things make the most pleasant memories.


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