Poems from johnsenm

Slip slowly past the run down bar Past the street of collector cars To the place where the painted bench sits To the house where I lived...
I remember growing old right here Sitting on the porch in the late fall air As all around me yellow leaves twirled To the ground And I can...
I hear the rain and I remember Counting thunder strikes Dancing barefoot in the gutters and Being forced to come inside. Hiding curled...
I feel the sunshine kiss my face like an old friend Like a coffee shop meeting After a long time apart. The warmth brushes past my face in...

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