we drive
by old flames.
old loves, old sweethearts,
the lover's
lanes
we parked in.
the woods we walked
through.
our loves
survive, our desires
though
change,
the ocean a constant
of a rising
and
ebbing tide.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
1 comment:
The apostrophe again, my friend. Lovers' lane --assuming there is more than one lover. Although I supposed one might venture there alone.
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