Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Monday, June 8, 2009
Old Friend
I remembered you.
Across the room,
Lights in eyes,
Music like demolition.
You are memorable,
Like lofty peaks,
Toothy childrens’ grins,
Declarations of love.
Your face shines
With the lights.
I’ll remember you
Next time, too.
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