Friday, August 19, 2005

scuffed black boots

grainy film,the reel turns over, over
flip/blip/flip,
memories of you, gone 30 years and more.
sunlight on blonde hair, scuffed black boots
face to face on tender green grass
touches barely heard
but whispered back in return
kisses like breath between us.
fitting a life into a 17th summer.
our mouths move but the words
are lost with time that
moves you farther away each year.


my thanks to philip, barbara, and dear lynn, for their help in the rewrite of this. s

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