ACRES ~

Acres

There is a

field surrounded

by changing leaves

and there our

bicycles go

—

a tree

in the

way no

way go

around

—

dripped

red

sumac

—

not just

a field

but along

a river

twist

—

so sunny

she lay

back in

the grass

flat

—

he played

so we played

it was all play

—

to hold your

son as a young

boy for one of

the very last times

—

he is so young

and happy all

above how blue

the sky

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BOB ARNOLD

I'm In Love With You

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Longhouse 2012