June 20th

Walking back,
To our respective and temporary beds,
Caught up,
By the beauty of a quiet night,
Drawn in,
By your magnetic nonchalance,
I can finally grab hold
Of my elusive confidence.

Along with my companions
Two fellow travelers, now trusted friends,
I hold these moments,
Encased in memorys' precious amber
To keep them close.

© 2000 Anne Mikusinski

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