Monday poem: Tenseless
I was thinking I might publish the occasional poem on Mondays, if my subscribers will indulge it.
Tenseless
We are sitting in a wild garden
On a warm twilight,
and with cheap wine
There are about twelve of us here
We laugh over and over-
like waves crash
And I know I will always be here,
Twilight won't end, I have my peace
By a lake with friends I lie, I laugh
By a lake with friends I lay, I laughed