Steve
McGinnis ©
A Second Chance
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It's funny how it began.
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A Second Chance
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It's funny how it began.
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A walk,
familiar in its way,
funny tunes of shoes on a gravel path.*
Listening to the birds in their favorite places, *
singing their little songs and unaware of the alien ears *
intent upon their voices.
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funny tunes of shoes on a gravel path.*
Listening to the birds in their favorite places, *
singing their little songs and unaware of the alien ears *
intent upon their voices.
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A cheerful
day, with colors of blues
and greens all around.
and greens all around.
All of life
reaching,
asking to relieve itself from the dark, chilled *
days of Winter.
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And I, withdrawing from my long sleep*
of sadness and solitude
was drawn by the memory of her words *
and of her smell
and found myself sitting once again upon our bench.*
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So lonely, she had dared to speak
and I had stopped the speech
asking to relieve itself from the dark, chilled *
days of Winter.
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And I, withdrawing from my long sleep*
of sadness and solitude
was drawn by the memory of her words *
and of her smell
and found myself sitting once again upon our bench.*
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So lonely, she had dared to speak
and I had stopped the speech
with a word
too short.
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So I sit and wait,
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So I sit and wait,
knowing that
she will return.
With her smile.
And her smell.
With her smile.
And her smell.
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Always to this
bench. In this park.
At this hour.
At this hour.