Once Upon
Upon a time
I owned every summer.
I held copyrights on clear sunny mornings
and long timeless days.
Young girls that, upon a time, had laid down
in the long, sweet grass with a boy,
and hawks that led to the far ahead, path-finding
for sneakers, I knew them all.
Then a summer light began to leak
from cold fingers.
The slow dead of night
wrote many a head-dream for the sleepless,
it was then that emerging truths recalled
that some sunny summers were only fiction;
were tales stolen from another boys life,
and some summers were too real to be revisited,
for they lived still in a black and white
horror movie.
Other summers borrowed their sunshine,
subleasing girls not laid with,
and loaning hawks that never flew,
they were ‘upon a time’ props.
Maybe, upon a time,
we all had magic flying sneakers
that could enter any summer day we chose
…maybe.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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