Saturday, March 22, 2008

times two

Here is the next poem in the series of Charleston Times. Lovely day, wasn't it?

Charleston Times 2

my friend Jarod picked me

up at three


and we headed away for dinner. downtown.

playing on the streets,

scrambling our


headed for the pier.

but we stopped at the beach on the way home

and each said what

it was we

desperately wanted.


is what he told me.

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