Dear Neighbor,
Stranger:
Time flies
In a
Summer Haze
As I worry
I won't come to see
Your face
Again,
Until we meet
And you compromise
For a rendezvous
In a thousand years.
YOU ARE READING
Neighbor
PoetryAnd you'll never feel The touch of primrose, or the breathing of trees By your back. You'll never feel; For you never knew To try, Dear Neighbor.
Near the Riverside.
Dear Neighbor,
Stranger:
Time flies
In a
Summer Haze
As I worry
I won't come to see
Your face
Again,
Until we meet
And you compromise
For a rendezvous
In a thousand years.
