summer poem II

[kingdaddyfly]

memories invading my heart
old ticket stubs
late nights on campus
her hand brushing against mine
river flows
eagle flying
soaring
landing on bench
heart ticking
stop

Comments

it's me, your favorite old roomie

[anonymous]

It just keeps getting better and better. Have you ever thought of changing from art to a writing major? See you in the fall, Bobby S.

Re: it's me, your favorite old roomie

[kingdaddyfly]

great to hear from you! you should get a livejournal so we can keep up...