A Spot Of Summer by Pondering Red

We sit on a park bench-
nibble on pizza and olives.
It has become our spot-
The pigeons seem bolder,
almost pecking at your feet.
They hang around- bob around-
Two of them lock beaks-
a pigeon kiss ?
A splatter of light rain-
small bugs high in the air-
Grass is not really cut-
honeysuckle spreading all over.
I snap a few shots of you.
It's become an obsession
a record of how your hair is growing.
Trees are huge-
generations old.
You smile- show your teeth.
It radiates you.
Peaceful to sit with you
outside
in our summer spot.
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Meridian (205.188.116.200) -- Wednesday, July 21 2004, 06:36 am

Nice, sweet, ooo.....
"A Spot of Summer"! ooooo aaaaa! Here the crowd go wild for your beautifully written poem! This is very artistic! Your poem holds value, and I like the parts about the two birds in love, and the food.... When I read the pizza and olives, I couldn't go any further, without fixing a snack for myself.... You made me hungry...lol... But the rest, about the snapshots, and the lovely surroundings, is just unique! I like the way your mind works! Your poem was sweeter than cotton candy! Smiles, Meridian

Tarna (4.226.171.1) -- Monday, July 26 2004, 12:01 pm

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you write such wonderful pictures of monets of life. Sometimes I almost feel as if I am there too.. great work

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