Posted in Photography, Poetry

Fleeting Floats Beyond


Is it Spring that welcomes you?
Or Summer heated blues?

Nothing stays long enough to know. —Mary Szybist, Incarnadine: Poems

My head aches with worried words
the squirrels chattering all day long
it is “nuts” i say
to play this way
so i venture on.

And in the view
I capture two
spaces, far and near
my heart feels lost
the cost too much
and time wonders why.

Is it Spring
that welcomes us
dancing in the street
where no one drives
the coast is clear
your feet travel far.

I loved you once
and tried again
to be brushed aside
rushing for the sun
where all darkness hides.

I forgot green runs too
so long they last
the brown songs past.

We once walked single file
holding beaded pearls
and slowly

I let go the rope.

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