Late Night Walk in the Small Town

 

Wet fuzzy socks in my shoe

Squish every time I walk

Around the block with you

 

Warm winter window smiles

From  strangers sharing dinner

I hope this street carries us for miles.

 

If you hold onto me so I´m not cold

You can help me cross

The small lakes that scatter the road.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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