1975
1975
we sat silently on the porch
I was outta breath from running
children ran in those days
some of us would wait on the porch for the sky to stop
I was wearing a light blue jacket
you were on my arm
we watched the sun calculate its position
and the sound of the pretzel man returning
watching you on my arm watching me
alone
digging up the bones of birds I buried last week
carrying my clipboard
sketches
of the newly planted trees
who's leaves were stars
I had markers, pens, pencils and chalk
all the time
I was so thin then
when the days of our lives would drag on
and the gravity of summers would destroy time passing
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
