Poem for her 341

Dear Readers,


Walking into parking lots


Mostly we drive into them
But there was the diner lot
And that other lot in the mountains
But then the lot in places else
The ones on the side of the road
Even a parking lot that now is changed
Where though not a car place was a space
Walking beside you as we looked at plants
Walking beside you in a lot of places
Spaces to think about things and chat
Then the blending of thoughts
Verbal and not slid into souls
Falling round the skirt hem
Clothe table top splashed green
Walking to breakfast away from home
Doing the diner hop pancake stack
Singing in the shower while together
Thoughts to remember you in hand


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.