there were homemade
potato chips
benches to read on
a sea breeze
my dog asleep
at my feet
that beautiful carousel
and the promise
of a brass ring
a hand outstretched
across what was
a lifetime
and you
and happiness
just out of reach
and me
riding a wooden horse
up and down
around
through eternity
By any measure the most evocative and powerful poetic prose that I have ever read. This, to me, is your strength as a writer. I hope we will continue to see this writing bloom forth on these pages. Just exquisite, Len!
Ron
Thank you, Ron. That is very kind of you to say.
Just love this one
Great piece
Thank you, Sheldon.
Very nice. Love how this winds around on itself.
Thank you. Just like memory, no?
Yes. Nice.