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'Romantic?' timothy r gates, 7/30/2008

Breaking waves
pigeons cooing, perched on the deck railing
in my mind, turtle doves
chipmunk chirps
Brittany, my thirteen year old pup,
she looks up at me, as to say,
'what the f'?'
we laugh together.
To hear,
'daddy,' from one of my innocents
or,
'sweet baby,' from one with more than I know
(doesn't matter if it's only memory's tunes)
ever fiber buzzing
stopped my car, long enough to just watch
a hundred year old Birch tree,
become a silhouette in the sun's recline.
Romantic?
Hell yes.
--I can feel that smile.