Sunday, January 21, 2018

song 62

we could buy
all the platitudes
   from the politicos;
we could look
for hope in all
   the bargain basements;
we could go
driving down every
   lonely road,
simply fall back
into your embrace, trusting
   you will catch
   us every time.

© 2018 Thom M. Shuman

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