Poem From Allan Cox

Placed

Standing just past the entrance

to a narrow pier,
I turn, pointing back to the
brick office building beside it.
The river is lapping gently
against it, the green moss
at the water level glistens,
shiny wet with pride.
It’s a summer morning
short of matching mirth
of former days.
The sun is behind us,
ready to peek above the building,
the river’s flow barely perceptible.
We’re alone, arms locked
around each other’s waist.
Stepping small.
This is her town,
where she grew up,
then left for good.
It’s just here.
Just here.
Here.
Her.

From Allan Cox’s collection, “In the Middle of Time.”

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Allan Cox is a CEO advisor and author of eight business books. He also writes
poetry to enhance presence and perspective in everyday life.

Allan’s Blog http://yourinnerceo.blogspot.com

Website http://www.AllanCox.com