In the park...
The flowers come to bloom...
The waves tumbled onto the beach
The birds took flight...
And a squirrel ran up a tree.
This I saw.. and much more.
The children laughed and played.
People met and talked.
The sky was blue and the sun was warm.
She came before me...
And for a brief moment our eyes met.
And she passed on by.
An hour later...
She passed on by again... stopped
And asked me for directions.
An hour later...
I gave her this poem.
And a tear came to her eye,
Which brought one to mine.
And I saw, that she too - bloomed.
Timothy E. Stevenson June 27,1997 ©
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