Young LoveA Poem by Kenny Carcaterra
they’d get off the bus at the same stop
i’d seen them walk home separately a dozen times before each day they’d walk a little closer
several days ago they began speaking with one another the other day, i saw them walking
considerably slower yesterday they were laughing so hard, they cried today…they held hands for the very first time
so full of life and joy in witnessing their hope, i found my own © 2008 Kenny Carcaterra |
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Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorKenny CarcaterraNYAboutI was born in The Bronx, NY in the year of our Lord 1969. A tumultuous childhood was followed by an experimental, somewhat self-destructive adolescence. This was followed by a rather hedonistic, and.. more..Writing
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