if you could read my
mind love,
what a tale my thoughts could
tell.
Gordon
sings it so well
as I drive to the lake
to begin my walk around.
so much
time, so much wasted time.
so it goes.
I walk.
I walk.
I visit my old friend.
the rough blue of water.
the trees
before me about to fold
their green
and find the yellows
and gold,
the reds,
the burning orange.
there are so many
songs yet to be sung,
stories of love
yet to be told.
I walk in quiet.
I walk alone.
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