Poems from johnsenm
Slip slowly past the run down bar
Past the street of collector cars
To the place where the painted bench sits
To the house where I lived...
I remember growing old right here
Sitting on the porch in the late fall air
As all around me yellow leaves twirled
To the ground
And I can...
I hear the rain and I remember
Counting thunder strikes
Dancing barefoot in the gutters and
Being forced to come inside.
Hiding curled...
I feel the sunshine kiss my face like an old friend
Like a coffee shop meeting
After a long time apart.
The warmth brushes past my face in...