august evening

sitting on a stoop
amidst idle chatter and cigarette smoke
waiting for you as i waited months before
i know my heart will flutter
when you pass by and say my name
in the august evening breeze
michèle voltaire marcelin
This entry was posted on Saturday, August 23rd, 2008 at 9:27 am. It is filed under poetry and tagged with love, michèle voltaire marcelin.
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