http://slow.writerscafe.org/tellmeastory The original writings of author Alice Aspen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776573685 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There's that strange old sofa,sitting there on the lawn.No body wants it,but I'm somehow drawn.At the end of the street,is that rotting orange tree.No body cares for it,except for me.There's that faded hopscotch,drawn on the sidewalk.No body uses it now,but I still skip and hop.No body looks into th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tellmeastory/1216618/ They flit around my life.They don't say a word.Going around their business.In their own little world.I can't get too close.But I can't get too far.I yearn to see them.But not them behind bars.They draw me towardsSmall and fastBut if i draw too nearThey never last.As beautiful as can be.But sometimes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tellmeastory/1216317/