Thursday, October 29, 2009

A Short Poem About Old Love (plus the Pixies)

A long road begets bumps.

So we bump and chuckle. We shoot and miss
each other and we drive
our love away.

Many moons rise and fall and slide
into our home still
I feel your hand in mine and you
you
you as always:

you're the right road.





Note: After many months with the Kid all up in my bizness, he's been gone for a week. And -- duh -- I miss him.
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10 comments:

  1. justmakingourway10/30/2009

    Awesome, Ms. P. I love this.

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  2. for a different kind of girl10/30/2009

    Yep. It's pretty much like this.

    Not this week, though. Tool Man is sick and I'm sort of ready for him to hit the highway...

    But other than that? Yep.

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  3. t. kid10/30/2009

    thanks, hon

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  4. TwoBusy10/30/2009

    That was really, really nice.

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  5. Heather10/31/2009

    Sweet. The Pixies and your post.

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  6. Susan10/31/2009

    Well matched. Black Francis would be tickled pink.

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  7. Carolyn...Online11/02/2009

    Awww. And he commented. I mean! Shut up.

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  8. Leslie11/02/2009

    LOVE love it.

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  9. A Free Man11/03/2009

    The opening bars of "Here Comes Your Man" always make me grin.

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  10. Kevin Sharma11/22/2021

    Lovely blog you havee

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