Sunday, January 2, 2011

The One With The Roots.

Dear Lover,

All this moving I'm doing.
These last few days.
Has got me thinking.

When I meet you.
We're gonna make roots.
Somewhere where we can swim in the summer.
Ankles swinging off docks.
Somewhere where we can sleep on flannel sheets all winter.
Toes curled within wool socks.


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