another small lie

the promise was tomorrow
but tomorrow had its own ‘WORK’
the rain fell
the Forrest made us think we had a shot
we wrote
and tried to say something worthwhile
the AUTUMN leaves gliding down and dying in the gutters

we looked at water
Picked up stones, looked at the cracks
Photographed mud

Far from Olympia, and the Cape
So unraveled the love affair
We plucked blossoms when over a Poem
But,
No truth lasted that ever came forth from those cherry trees

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