23 Friday
last
they thought that these days would last forever. all of them wished that this summer would stay.
it was a magical and it seemed as if even though time was not able to stand still it could at least pause.
We even imagined that perhaps we could linger in the current of time like the seagulls that flew up from the beach and stood still in the sky for a short time.
In times to come we would have only the hazy memory of looking down upon ourselves playing on the beach or riding bikes of an afternoon.
the children felt the pull
as if they loitered near the edge of something
We who knew it was there all along lived for a short time enchanted
and then we walked together out of the last of the extraordinary summer
it was a magical and it seemed as if even though time was not able to stand still it could at least pause.
We even imagined that perhaps we could linger in the current of time like the seagulls that flew up from the beach and stood still in the sky for a short time.
In times to come we would have only the hazy memory of looking down upon ourselves playing on the beach or riding bikes of an afternoon.
the children felt the pull
as if they loitered near the edge of something
We who knew it was there all along lived for a short time enchanted
and then we walked together out of the last of the extraordinary summer
You are a poet and a photographer. I am awed by your many talents!
ReplyDeleteLovely. The imagery evoked by the words "linger in the current of time" is wonderful.
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