Mar 3
Whistling 03/03/25
Rivers I never thought pigs could swim, yet there in midstream they wallow, all lights, sirens, and outrage, arresting the tides.
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Dogs In A Sunlit Park
​​Flying fur and joyous paws,
bringing fun to those outdoors.
Big and small and thin and fat,
who could help but smile at that.
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Chasing, darting, bouncing balls,
echoing barks off low park walls,
why take your lunch indoors?
When joy roams free on just four paws.
A Friend Remembered
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We had not talked for year on year,
but I thought to come and meet you here,
to ask to know of days I missed,
of friends estranged and lovers kissed.
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I thought to meet one warm spring day,
to share a drink and while away,
yet here I stand in sunshine's shadow,
as Sunday wanes and daylight narrows.
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Awaiting someone I fear I've missed,
expecting a step, a laugh, a smile,
for a friend like them,
I think I'll sit and wait a while.
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