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Chris turned my poem into a song. The rest of it perfectly captures November 12th, 2000.


smile like you’re leaning

on a split-rail fence

breathing roadside dust

and lemonade

red hair showing

bluejeans wearing

sunset glowing

midwest poetry

in your pose.

Smile like we’re walking

In a small-town park

Bundled up against the cold

Arm in arm

Wind was blowing

We were talking

It should have been snowing

Midwest poetry

Walking close

Smile like you’re sitting

On an old piano bench

I’m sitting there with you

In a big empty house

I was playing

You were listening

I was singing

Midwest poetry

About the coast

Yay. 🙂 He said that he will record it and send it to me someday. Musician friends are so cool.

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