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Nina and I


We met when the leaves were turning, dropping off the vines.

I had become a craggy vineyard clinging to trestles and stakes.

She seemed familiar, the sweet stoic cabin I passed by each day.

Yet a brief conversation over coffee consummated our first date.


Next I knew I was eating pumpkin pie and artichoke casserole,

With a family I didn’t know. Living life in modest homes,

We had great adventures climbing Great Walls, feeding the soul,

Chasing Sandhill cranes, and sleeping inside teardrop domes.


And now we spend our days meandering along jagged coasts,

And majestic old growth redwoods, along the Avenue of Giants.

And I don’t know which is more giant..the tallest trees on earth,

Or my love for Nina? …But that doesn’t matter. 


We met when the leaves were turning, dropping off the vines.

And together, we survived. And now, in love, we thrive.


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About the Author:

Dean Walker is a freelance writer of articles, essays, short-stories, and poems. In one way or another, he has worked as an environmental and human rights activist. Dean is the publisher of Expats Post.
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