Remembering our long
Evening walks
College days.
When the rains hardly
Interrupted anything
That mattered.
Some gentle four-minute
Ballad by Rascal Flatts
Or Carrie Underwood.
Giving us context
And hopes, and half-formed
Purposes that really
Had no definition beyond
A third-term weekend.
Missing plans beyond
The next tree, sheltering raindrops
Hiding our reckless kisses
And other springs of
Youngsters’ hearts.
Neighbours all too busy
With silly armchair comedies
On ABC.
And lite beer number three.
Maybe some pretzels.
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