never went anywhere.
It stayed with you,
like that poem you lost about your father
that you wrote in ’86
about the bicycle leaning against
the downspout in the rain.
never went anywhere.
It stayed with you,
like that poem you lost about your father
that you wrote in ’86
about the bicycle leaning against
the downspout in the rain.
Wow. I really like this. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks, Nathan, appreciate that. Also glad for your comments because they pointed me to your site, and I like your work there.