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Posted by samhennig on March 23, 2011 - 22:33
from the ABC set Grass

There is grass between my bare toes,
there is heat on the back of my neck,
and your sweaty hand is resting in my sweaty hand, but neither of us let go.
That is all,
nothing is spectacular.
There are brown, brick buildings in all directions.
There are trees in cages,
there are children playing on the swings.
The grass tickles my legs as we lie down.
We have not loosened our grip,
and we both smile,
it is spectacular.

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Comments

leejmavin | March 24, 2011 - 04:27

I really like this, I have some similar themes in some of my poems. I really like the 'trees in cages'
highly possible right

let me know if youd like to read some of mine

seashore | March 24, 2011 - 09:01

I agree with the above - this has a lovely flow and `feel' to it.

insertponceyfre... | March 24, 2011 - 09:07

I really really like this sam

samhennig | March 24, 2011 - 09:40

Thank you to all three of you and for the cherries :) and yes leejmavin i'd be more than happy to read some of yours

skinner_jennifer | March 24, 2011 - 13:07

Hi samhennig,

I got a brilliant picture here of a hot summers day
in a park, you painted a beautiful picture with
words.

Thanks for the read.

Jenny.

Highhat | March 24, 2011 - 13:37

Very touching. Urban love
;)Pia

SundaysChild | March 24, 2011 - 18:36

Nice feelings here.

seannelson | March 24, 2011 - 20:05

I like it. interesting imagery.

fatboy74 | March 24, 2011 - 21:12

Yes this is good and particularly like the ending. :-)

samhennig | March 25, 2011 - 11:09

Thank you for the comments, i really appreciate them :)