09 September 2006
It wasn't Central Park. It wasn't fall; there was no autumn foliage.
But there was our usual crazy chatter. There's Summer the Dog, and her nice, old owner.
There's your favourite lamp post that is the only moldy one in the row.
There was no black swans but white's beautiful too. Only thing missing was your mermaid pose.
There's the endless photo opportunities. Me a prune, you a pig.
"I'd rather look deranged or ugly, then look nice and pleasant."
There's our picnic spot right in the middle of the grassy patch.
There's our vow to head straight there the next time the sky's grey and it's about to rain.
And for all that and more, I'm content.
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