Like forgotten coins
Found In a pocket
Misplaced memories return
A Sampling of Small Stories - Poems - Photos...... All postings are original, copyrighted property of J.R. Paruolo
You came back
One last time
As rain
catalyst
That mixed
With the musk
Of the freshly
Mowed grass
And the fragrance
Of the magnolia blossoms
To produce
The sweat perfume
That was your scent
And for one
Perfect moment
Time and memory
Were tangent -
As I stood
in the legacy
of your garden
Imagining you
in your sun dress
splitting the hostas
As I held your
Small hands
In mine
One more time
Promising
To never let go
As you slipped back
Into the shadows
Where Icouldn't follow
These
Are the words
that come
around
When
The mind
Shuts down
When
There’s nothing
To write-
Hang around
On the corner
Street words -
Good
For nothing
Horsing around
Incomplete
Words -
Outcast
Nondescript
Nothing to say
Words –
No where
To go
No place
To be
Words-
Of their
Short comings
true
to their word
Words