Saturday, June 13, 2009

4. Come Fall
I hope to be home.
Coming off a summer of
fruits and vegetables and sunshine.
You and me- we'll be Kings again
of tired feet and night time streets
and walking along the side of the road.
This year will be better than the last,
better than the past.
We'll radiate hope and
the world will know us.
The world will smile and hold out a hand.
A continuum of our lives.
Feeling free, breathing crisp cold air.
Imagine us
without the fights and secrets and tears.
Come Fall
We will be happy.
It's written on our bodies.

© Copyright 2009 Abby Almon

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