in the way the world warms slowly.
In the brightly lit luminance of spring,
we imagine sea side shacks
where we lived in our imagined past,
plaster peeling off its deranged interiors,
our feet buried and scratched in sand.
Maybe it is longing pushing at our delirious emotions?
A childhood reality restored, a place we can appreciate
the simple aesthetics of being,
where a years passing is a glorious event,
where longing is littered with chocolate and festivities
and simple skylines absorb our astonished eyes for hours.
Whatever it is,
That epic pull bringing speckled imprints
on my calloused hands - is welcome,
the long shadows tilting towards me,
the small green sprouts reaching above the frosted dirt
for a taste of momentary air.
2 comments:
This is beautiful!
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