Monday, April 17, 2017

WALKING INTO SPRING ~









Short Story







She came to me before bed rubbing

face cream from her hands to her

cheeks and onto her lips



and kissed me on the lips

like it was the most natural

thing to do



so I tasted of face cream

long after she had fallen

asleep



and 

I didn't

mind













Leaf~Like






How long together —



so that when she

leaves for a moment



to find a bathroom

I wait in the aisle of



a store seemingly

active and content



yet only in pause

so that when she



returns I continue

and if she didn’t —



leaf-like I’d

blow away











Walking Into Spring







The shortest black shorts on all the sidewalk


Also the longest legs


It’s 69 degrees after a very strange winter of no snow for months and 
   a blizzard


The hair is brown and straight and it falls way past her shoulders


No one notices her because she is at ease which is why I notice


She’s as natural as a leaf I found today and put into my shirt pocket


Just a leaf, from last fall, and now almost spring


No one else wanted it


She’s just walking


Eating ice cream from a cup


With a spoon










Day






at

a




stand

still




like

only




winter

can





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Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL   DAYS
Longhouse










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