Evening calls
the sweet aroma of pinion wood
drifts through the air
as the magical feel of twilight
descends like a mist
And just for a moment
so brief you hardly notice
time stops
And in this moment
like an old photo in
a keepsake album
we're together
with no worries no tears
no aches no pains
no obligations
to attend to
just the two of us
together
while time stands still
by Michael Traveler
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