Today it's the rusty pine needles
flecking the tar covered street
and pointing every which way
that signal a new season
soon will cool my morning walk.
Hidden alongside the curb
a coke can and pale spent prophylactic
trigger memories of front seat
romances that never erupted.
Luckily I didn't know then
what I know now. I would have
wasted more of what I had been given
trying in earnest to waste
more of what I had been given.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
Today it's the rusty pine needles
flecking the tar covered street
and pointing every which way
that signal a new season
soon will cool my morning walk.
Hidden alongside the curb
a coke can and pale spent prophylactic
trigger memories of front seat
romances that never erupted.
Luckily I didn't know then
what I know now. I would have
wasted more of what I had been given
trying in earnest to waste
more of what I had been given.
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