Jo.



“I’ll be seeing you in all the familiar places …”

In the lemon house under the cottonwood trees,
with Mardi Gras beads

In the trinket shop with perfect little entities which call to admire
their fineries

On the chilling reservoir, above our city's glow

“I’ll be seeing you in all the familiar places…”

Your warm laugh and gentle embrace

You, my love, will always be there,
kept in my eyes, kept in my heart

I’ll be looking at everything beautiful, and I’ll be seeing you.

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