Something I posted to my Limerick group five years ago. It is not a Limerick, but I like it. I call it Wisteria
Wisteria blossoms covered the bower
Where you and I would spend an hour
Or two on a lazy summer afternoon
We’d talk about Elvis and outer space
How much we longed to leave that place
How graduation couldn’t come too soon
Too many years it seems have passed
They just rolled by us much too fast
And I wish I could return to that place
I wonder if you remember when
We spent those hours together then
In our fumbling, innocent state of grace
The purple blossoms falling down
Cover the bench, they cover the ground
And oh, how I long to see your face
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