Mother Goose

February 17, 2016

Now that the cascade of words subsided
It is quiet,
You are clear.

Now it would’ve been nice
You making coffee, I making
Idle banter.
We disagreeing
On million little things
Agreeing on One Big Thing
Such as: you and me, are one, are the same.

An old favorite of mine, from my own dusty vaults of crazy old days.

Raj Karamchedu

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