Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Nostalgia


Nostalgia

It was easily relayed without dash without dot
not a sentenced was spared or delayed
The location recorded was at once understood
by the receiver who further relayed

The code that was not, was as clear as the sky
on a bright sunny February day
and a smile was smiled at the thought it was sent
from a location that was not far away.

And whimsy drove out to the west with a sigh
nostalgia sat by its side
and a wild wind floated across the long miles
and memory went along for the ride.

 

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