Saturday, April 25, 2009


I gave her a goodbye hug
And she began to massage me
She got my attention
Just like she always does

With her repetitive motions
Of knowledge
Her seasoned hands
Of experience

I thought about
Her mother’s suspicious eyes

I thought about giggling children
I thought about her advice
Against to much salt

And I looked
At the water
To see if I could
Spot any fish

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