I remember


Affectionately I recall them
one by one
the moments that lead me to loving.

the dark waltz into puddle
that longed to be pond.

the hillside splits
that split my sides.

the sips of tea
that rhymed with B.

the waking horn
that startled laughter.

the 365 degrees of you
focused on a lens.

the releasing of ducks
into the atmosphere.

the soft and the hard
the unraveling of a puzzle.

the moments small
that lead to memories big.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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