I let them out
of the car that they
have already overgrown
the quick goodbyes
in the dark they
walked up to their home
and stood
like men
on the porch
(never looking
back
Until an outside light}went on
a door opened
to let them in
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About George C. Hartman
Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING
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