Here is the next poem in the series of Charleston Times. Lovely day, wasn't it?
my friend Jarod picked me
up at three
pm
and we headed away for dinner. downtown.
playing on the streets,
scrambling our
parking,
headed for the pier.
but we stopped at the beach on the way home
and each said what
it was we
desperately wanted.
love
is what he told me.
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