Those walking by
Dressed for warmer air,
Force smiles
To the wind.
However,
This is only a
Momentary distraction
Dear.
Walking by you,
It's difficult,
Not to smile;
But sometimes
Your face says -
Not to look.
Yet
It never says,
To look away.
Even though I should not,
I worry.
Your bare arms and
Legs, to fight the day
- And not to call
You frail -
I think,
I want to
Hold you close,
To breath warm air
Through your hair,
onto your
neck.
Walking by
I see your smile.
And being dressed
For warmer air,
I long to feel your face
Nested next to mine.
However dear,
I am only a
Momentary distraction.
(c) 1987 Norman Dziedzic Jr.
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Sunday, May 13, 2012
Momentary Distraction
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