Friday, October 7, 2016

October _ new 2016 poem


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

Good wishes,

Sent from my iPhone

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