Sunspots On the Face of Dawn
We feel the changes
of the seasons
still we stay
for our own reasons
I because the time recalls
when we nearly had it all
He because
his olive skin
reflects the sun,
absorbs his friends
our cabana
sags and shivers
near the winter line
that quivers
on my lips
the margaritas
salty spray
on senoritas
gliding by him
on the sands
I am sick and weak
of hands
Yesterday we sailed
the harbor
silent,strong and filled
with ardor
By tommorow
we'll be gone
sunspots on
the face of dawn.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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