Or as little
You can lead to open questions
Or hope for my enquiry
You can talk all open hours
Or scour my conversation
There is no place reservation
Or reserved; all signs say enterThis community is for caring
This community is for sharing
Yes I could hear you so often
Would that I would soften
Or come along with sympathy
Smile long for the journey
Into fresh windsUnder blue skies
Washed with sun & fallen rain
No stains or left luggage
The snug is open
Just to snuggle
Double up on reason
The season free from struggle
As just metaphysically
Metaphorically begun
A Poem from the collection In such a shabby, crabby way Available for Kindle from Amazon