The Friendship Ringby Linda Etheridgeas we spoke of the past our loves and lovers, Europe, the glad tidings of children yet to be born. It was mid-August sweet tea ginko leaves shimmered under grey haze above our earth... It was New York City a spell of luck was upon us we were married, the time was ripe for harvesting gardens and dreams. We were young and truly alive, the space of love was intense, there was inner perfection and joy. There was time to speak of the nineteen sixties- a dream of peace that never worked, there was a cloud round the moon. A restless breeze came about the trees rustled, a slight rain began to fall. (Some survive, some do not.) Finally, in sweet slumber we dreamt of pink beaches, colorful umbrellas. |
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