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I didn’t know it at the time The bench seemed more a subject A reminder to sit and look Ease one’s load Reflect upon the day Reach for plumbs unexplored Years later the memories were revived The day we saw the bench She and they Strolled leisurely Quaint small exhibits of musty furniture The rickety interior of the old stone manor Please, can you take our picture? Here. Use my phone. We were on our way home Through the garden path Unflowered in the early winter’s dusk Brisk but not too chilly. The cold would come later. Waiting, alone, I chanced a shot The composition was Just OK. My fans said “good”. I, “no not”. I now recall the view From behind the porch Looking upward at the stained Glass dormer Halfway between the house and the bench I remember that day When I saw her. When I was able to see her.
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
I didn't know it at the time
I didn’t know it at the time The bench seemed more a subject A reminder to sit and look Ease one’s load Reflect upon the day Reach for plumbs unexplored Years later the memories were revived The day we saw the bench She and they Strolled leisurely Quaint small exhibits of musty furniture The rickety interior of the old stone manor Please, can you take our picture? Here. Use my phone. We were on our way home Through the garden path Unflowered in the early winter’s dusk Brisk but not too chilly. The cold would come later. Waiting, alone, I chanced a shot The composition was Just OK. My fans said “good”. I, “no not”. I now recall the view From behind the porch Looking upward at the stained Glass dormer Halfway between the house and the bench I remember that day When I saw her. When I was able to see her.
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
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