Not withstanding hope
I write these lines
My new found old friend
Gives me adrenaline
I go with it
Up to the skies
I sit in her garden
the fountain a beautiful stream of white water f l o w i n g
She shows me what she is about
Fresh strawberries and cheese
Freshly brewed coffee
Mix in
With dogs on the other side of the fence
The view very green
The laughter and banter continues
Way past supper time
I drive home inebriated with her spirit
and her lightness.
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