Friday, April 10, 2020

A man at roadside..

A man at roadside.. 

This seems long ago
But not so long I guess..
There was a man
Of rugged countenance
And flowing hair
Seated at roadside
Relaxed in his being
At the beginning of
My ascent on a 
Sunny park trail..
No word was spoken
Yet more than words 
Were the eyes
Making brief contact..
A gaze really
A knowing gaze
Not to be forgotten
After these years..

Memory colors our

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