Afternoons at Mary's House

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
walking little dogs
through the foggy, damp rain

and running inside

All for fifty cents,
and a cold root beer well you
told me your stories

what it was like when
you were a kid,I would tell
you stories too

Talking until my
mother called to ask you
If you had seen me.

Then I would leave
and run back to my house
in the foggy rain.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback