And so it
Began like setting
Tinder to start
Then fanning catching
Logs to blaze
These conversations dancing
Like a ballroom
Competition spinning and
Ducking and moving
Moved from topic
To topic as
Easily as ice-cream
Melts on a
Warm August day
Leaving us to
Leap like leaves
That jump into
October winds and
Land one atop
One another we
Talked creating a
Harmony like the
Cicadas in summer
These were the
Seasons between us
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 