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So Long Ago, the Summer
Can they be captured?
Those child-like dreams
Held by both
But admitted by neither
That summer
Which now seems to long ago.
Those shattered dreams
Every piece of which
Seems so important now
Or are the fragments too small
And the summer
Too long ago?
Parting
We walked to the airport
To the florescent lighted square
Of steel and concrete,
And the gate beyond
Where I wanted to say
"Wait for me,
Forget all except us!"
But I turned
And ran the other way.
Like magnets that repel,
We were both forced
In opposite directions
By some power
Which was not ours to control
But I doubt if magnets
Hate airports
As much as we do.
Young Then
I wish I weren't afraid
Yes, I still am
But 95% Less than before
I sometimes wish
I could be a savorer of life
Ignoring caution
Taking walks alone at night
Going on impulse
Buying more Corvair van dreams
And nomad summers
Sometimes I think
That it's just around
The corner, again,
Mine if I want it.....
If you only go one time around
Then isn't it best to hug,
Smile, jump and bubble?
Isn't it best to embrace, absorb
Savor, experience
And breathe it all in,
Sunny warm until
You burst?
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