Tag: Time

Reroutes (2)

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She spoke to me of fall, and said,
“That year, we took a trip to see
The leaves first turning.
We were to start a family,
And I was burning
With readiness, and fearfulness,
And all else in-between,
And every night we talked of wonders
That day seen.

I never dreamed that any trip
Could be so good.
The night’s were full, and intimate.
Ray understood
And shared, I think, the fears I had.
The glorious fall weather
Was like a curtain over us,
We two, together.”

They have three children, now, the youngest
Just turned ten.
I asked her if they ever talked
Of going back again —

“Oh, no,” said she, “the memory’s great,
But I think time has shown
When anything’s that perfect, I should
Just leave it

Alone.”

A Somewhere Beach

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We walk along a somewhere beach,
Amid the sand and shells;
The days turn into sometime years,
The years to someplace else

And if, in time, you find me gone,
Than you’ll know what to do:
For on a somewhere beach, I’ll be –
Until you get there,

Too

Old Motel

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Long gone out of fashion, she
Sits beside the road alone;
No one stays there anymore.
One man, with his camera phone

And his photo filter, now
Frames her sad abandonment:
There she sits, just wondering
Where the hell
All of it
Went

all the scattered leaves

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all the scattered leaves that fall
tumble in the park;
all of them, like you and me,
barely leave a mark

how the seasons tear us down,
wind blows here, and yon --
all the scattered leaves we are:
here today

and gone

Cherries By The Lake

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The heat was so oppressive, we
Could barely make it up the hill
That overlooked the distant lake.

A shack with cherries there for sale,
A tiny windmill in the yard,
And both of us, exhausted —

The woman said, “Come in. Cool off.”
The air felt like a swimming pool
And you and I ate cherries in our chairs.

This comes back now, I think, because
How often, these days, all we share
Is that we both are tired,

But that such sharing is a thing.
And even one remembered fond,
Might make today, well

Easier

the fading

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our bright days:
we take them wholly
for granted

youth knowing not age,
and living
each moment anew

scents that sharp,
and tastes so brilliant
can linger

but with years and miles,
comes the dusk,
withal the fading

Little Understood

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When I was just a kid, this was
The height of elegance;
My parents took their three kids here
And dined

And now I’m back in this old place
By dint of random chance:
It’s faded, slightly, but it’s still
Refined

I little understood, back then,
Just what it must have meant;
My parents did not throw money
Around

We take what we are given
As a grant when we are young;
Just part of life, like food or air
Or ground

And parents never know, when they
Set out to give a gift,
Which of the many treasures they’ve
Amassed

Will mean the most to kids, who tend
To take it all in stride;
But now, I finally understand
At last

calendar, clock, and circumstance

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they always ask us day and date
when testing us for senescence,
but one might argue timelessness
is more a sign of innocence

than any sort of defect in
our mindfulness or mental stance,
and really quite a lucky gift
that we’re bestowed by circumstance.

for everyday, the calendar
is one of life’s embattlements,
and clocks are most insistent things
that make us feel inadequate,

but some there are escape the trap
and live to laugh and sing and dance
not conscious of how time goes by,
with less of worry than of trance,

and if ‘twere possible, I would
give such a way of life a chance:
alas, though, I am chained to time
by habit and

by circumstance