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LUNCH AT PANERA
The streets are joyous, full of fun.
I hear laughter wherever I go.
I could not ask for more.
I walk to the door of our home,
Then, before I enter,
I picture you and hear your warm,
"Hello!"
With racing mind and energetic flesh –
In delight I can not believe!
I burn intensely! I am acido bambino!
You want to stay, to be my friend.
When we sit down for sandwiches
And the simple glass of water
We note that future ages will note,
Our table talk was bound for grandeur,
mere words attain immortality.
Everything we do dissolves
distinctions between yours and mine.
I see out the window, bright light
illuminates the sceene.
I need no coin for the wishing well.
My goal is close at hand.
I have never witnessed such
contentment on a woman’s face.
The webradio forecasts sunny days.
Now I know the poet’s proclamation,
the meaning of new morning.
Grace so freely disposed that though
unworthy and lost
I learned vocabulary of redemption
by the bounty of your love.
Despite your troubles and your travels,
We laugh together at the physical
distance between us.
A part of you always stays with me.
I take you in my arms and hold you,
Like I hold you in this verse of mine.
Let me take you in my arms and tell you
How much I have missed you since
we have been apart.
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