Sitting Outside


I would just like to sit with you again,
Outside in the late afternoon,
When wispy white clouds lace the clear blue sky,
And gentle breezes blow.

Perhaps we could continue our spirited discussion,
On the nature of God,
And you could entertain me with more stories,
Of your childhood in Sicily.

Or maybe we could just sit quietly,
Savoring the beauty of the day,
And our enduring love for each other.

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