LONG STORY SHORT

once upon 
a 
winter morning 

the sun was open peace
and 
the air was cold candy
when
we
met
in
a
church basement
of 
street sadness 
and 
organised optimism

she 
patted the wooden chair next to her
with
a
mitten paw 

and
afterwards

we went for coffee

and
decided

  to
  be
  nice


    to
    each 
    other 


      for
      ever

 from urban75.org