I sit out at the park and write.
I hear the distant voices;
A bird is circling the lake
Enjoying all his choices.
A season of indulgences,
A whole new book or folder:
A time for loving summer back,
And not just
Getting older
Other People's Feelings
I sit out at the park and write.
I hear the distant voices;
A bird is circling the lake
Enjoying all his choices.
A season of indulgences,
A whole new book or folder:
A time for loving summer back,
And not just
Getting older