the chill in the morning is progressively biting away at my toes
weekends bring friends-bring hamms-bring good times
childlike board games burn away the nights wick
our apartment leaks of laughter and holds the people that matter
friends bridge the distance between my family and i
we walk to no specific place at all as long as their will be room for us all
the times between friends have become minimal
i am fulfilling my hospitable purpose with those who wish to partake
differences amongst us have taken the back-seat and are noted with respect
the snooze button has lost its appeal to the early possibilities of the day
portland is golden
2 comments:
when did you become such a great writer? I think I am just going to have you write my blogs from now on and I can tell you a subject to write about.
that was an amazing post. I agree with Peter. Mine seem very blase' compared to yours.
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