I replied,
"Why plant a single bulb in the garden when
Autumn's cold numbs the hands?
"Why gather colored leaves and place them
in wax paper for children?
"Why dry a rose that was given to me by my
lover, who is my spouse?
"Tis hope, tis sharing, tis memory."
And then, he smiled at me, and I at him, as we
watched the last leaves falling from the trees
that lined a city street.
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(c) Copyright Caryn LeMur 2006
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Conversation On
A Cold Bench
"Why write short-short stories or
poems? Why write letters or such
small things?" He asked of me as
we sat on a cold bench in
Washington DC.
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A Cup Of Cold Water - Letters For The Thirsty
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A Pause In The Forest - Poetry for thoughtful moments
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