PLACES - by Pete Bolte

. PLACES   by Pete  Bolte There is a place I go to Not far from here. Secret Guarded Protected. This place is mine. Mine alone. I lick my wounds From the day’s defeats. Solace Succor Safety In my own inadequate way. I revel In the day’s triumphs. Excited Soaring Satisfied In my own prideful way. I meander In the mundane of the day. Laundry Cleaning Cooking In my own plodding way. I go to this place often. Because it’s mine. In all of its insular loneliness But mine. And you are there To share. I love you.