October _ new 2016 poem

October 

Know we are on the mends

From whatever means alone

Driving around a big bend

Memories pull on my heart

Filling time when we're apart 

A ghost tugging on my sleeve 

We're driving together as we

You and Parker Bean and me 

We're driving and going home 

John Alan Conte 

October 6, 2016

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Good wishes,

John

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