I walked through the parking lot.
I saw the stairs approaching.
I walked up the steps.
I heard the insects calling.
I read the sign welcoming me.
I opened the door.
I turned on a light.
I had a glass of water.
I remembered the day just past.
I called down the hall.
I saw my parents come by.
I drove down the driveway.
I talked to a friend.
I smiled.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

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© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: A Light of Hope. By Carmen Jost [Image license]