Poem for her 678

Dear Readers,


Two of three


Read
There the poem was read
That one oh so long ago
Email
There
Sweet
Then the conversations
Longer and still sweetness
The Long Black Coat
Not seen nor felt
Felt
The texture of that coat
The wool softer than
The texture of the walls
Of the car's suede seats
The car she gets one day
There soft
In the driveway
By a wood
Some rocks
A spring
A cabin
Plan
There the parking lot
A bit of blonde hair
Cold in the snow slight sight
Over there
Her

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.