Mid day Poem, June 18, 2016

These are the days we were waiting for
When we sat long nights, hemmed in
By darkness, by mud and snow
Staring at screens
Thinking, will it ever come again?

Now the sun is warm and the breeze is cool
And the trees are lush and the lawns are full
The river flows, like it ever will

And old men sit on swept porches
In the shade of lindens, they rock
With coffee, newspapers and tobacco
Too wise to dream

Copyright 2016

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