mrbillyjoebob

In a shade beneath a branch On a spot beside a creek In a place that is still, with only wind and greenery and earthy smells On a bench I sit alone, comfortable in my own clothes Someone is coming along In a practical outfit but without shoes With a smile and a reckless skip With a laugh that melts me, and mixes with the hum of the creek He asks if he can sit with me "Of course." I say He is warm. "Do you know where you are?" I shrug. "I don't. But it's very nice." "You're some place that won't be here forever. It will change soon." "But at least it's here now." He nods and chuckles. "Enjoy it." "I am. I'm glad I'm not enjoying it alone, to