Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Dandelion Wine



One afternoon
We stole a bottle 
Of your father’s 
Homemade dandelion wine

And found a park
With a large meadow
Of grass

We laid down a blanket
And drank 
The entire bottle 
In the warm summer sun

We talked
And laughed so hard

I remember

Nothing happened

Yet everything did
Happen that day.

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