Cycling, surfing clouds of air
Crossing over somewhere
Lost voice in time. Rushed.
Hushed waters. Sun on chrome.
Next stop? Her words held close.
Carefully pondered as beach pebbles
Against a thirsty landscape. She said,
Two friends = Two happy people.
True. So, what was holding him back?
He knew. He couldn’t say. Limitations
Her in her chair, for one. Gentle. Tough
Not for a second could he get away easy
Because it seemed she was walking to him.
Facing Everest. Waiting. Listening.
While he’d lost his last ounce of courage
Long ago. Could make a man cry
Which is why he knew he loved her
And let her know. Possibilities.
©2013 S. Michaels
Blank Canvas – Hugo & Nancy
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