BLASDELL, N.Y.

A stones throw away from home,
a burb of a burb, westward.
It was there that she dwelled
and a walk in any weather
would get her within reach.
Near the beach of our Great Lake stake,
it would take a lifetime to forget.
A first love; a true love
in its infancy where intimacy
was a hand hold and a smile.
All the while we grew together,
an Auburn she and bespectacled me.
Friends who spent nearly thirty-five years,
amidst joys and tears, in love
until the ultimate parting.
My first muse, I choose to revisit often.
Writing to soften the pain, I return again
and again. Blasdell, the Lake and her!

 

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 12: CITY

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