Was it spring,
summer or fall...
I don’t recall, but it was
a sunny day
and the name of the place
was Friday’s...
We had our lunch there
you and I, alone
for the first time
in that crowded hall
your eyes avoiding mine
trying to conceal
the turmoil that drew us
together...
I think it was summer...
being there with you,
it didn’t matter...it was
to be always spring
whenever we were
together...
on Mondays, Tuesdays
or Fridays...
it did not matter.
TATUL SONENTZ
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