so it's true
Bette got my cheese
and the dog ate my pretzel
after a swim
chasing sticks
getting in their licks
while the sun was bright.
yes, it was quite a sight
in the short grass by the creek
at the end of another work week.
and a song passed thru my head
about the fragrance of homemade bread
and the taste of French red wine,
sharing glasses with the special lover of mine.
it ages well
like a magical spell,
looking backward to the ages once before,
sitting on a soft carpet on the hard floor.
growing older by the stream as it flows,
no longer caring where it goes.
there are memories being carried away,
never to return on some other day.
and i looked across a quiet street
wondering who i would eventually meet
when the dog fell asleep
and the music came to an end,
always dreaming of my special friend:
would the truth be revealed
like a tasty orange newly peeled,
which is my fondest wish,
like a childhood comfort food dish.
yes, searching and never ready to pause,
immune to the audience and their passing applause,
dreaming of home and the embrace
of my cheese lover and her welcoming face;
spring flowers are blooming in her vase
and i can rest,
feeling blessed
in her undying love:
it's what i'm always dreaming of.
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