it hasn't escaped her

<p>'it hasn’t escaped her'</p> <p><br></p> <p>sometimes she gets lost</p> <p>in the cool shade beneath her trees</p> <p>eclipsed in the tales of two men</p> <p>one she wakes to every morn</p> <p>the other still attached</p> <p>an ethereal cord</p> <p>from many years grown long.</p> <p><br></p> <p>she wouldn’t trade her life</p> <p>for the lure of anything else</p> <p>but on occasion</p> <p>when her past crosses the sun</p> <p>her soul gives a little shiver</p> <p>her toes curl into&nbsp;</p> <p>the velvety dew of her lawn.</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p><em>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</em></p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p> <p><br></p> <p><br></p> --- Support this podcast: <a href="https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support" rel="payment">https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support</a>