We meet in the park under old growth trees.
On a park bench we talk and often listen.
Not always; for my mind drifts and I stray to distant shores that house memories of the dead.
My Therapist
We meet in the park under old growth trees.
On a park bench we talk and often listen.
Not always; for my mind drifts and I stray to distant shores that house memories of the dead.
Dennis Mantin 