Poem for her 266

Dear Readers,


Parking lot revisited,


She stands there looking up
The place is the same
Just a warmer sky
And no snow
And not the first time
And things swirl through
Her head and emotions
There is a song on her mind
No make that several
All running about there
Things to say
Things to do
Then there is a spark
A thrill
The thought
His lips


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.