love and paul newman

last night, a short walk between oak trees
the ground is ups and downs right around there, across
the way is the home of freind of mine,
but i stopped to say hello to the passing of time, smoked
a cigarette beneath a tree and smiled

inside, he was chopping vegetables for this spanish soup
and we talked on the porch while we waited for his wife to come home
our ideas never stick, but it's fun
like life should be, was meant to be
and we can't make up our minds for certain
on just about anything, standing there, side by side talking about love and paul newman.

what else is there to talk about?

2004-06-25 | 2:25 p.m.
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