So that was it, the cross street was,
for reasons unbeknownst,
well hidden in the summer weeds.
I lusted now, that taste (it was a smudge)
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Much sentiment in this poem Herbert. Meaningful, and perhaps deserves a few reads.
You took me there, Herbert, and it was peaceful and sweet and I could have stayed forever. This sounds like utopia. Loved the whole thing. Raynette
One of your narrative stories well told. Well done.