Retrospective Rendezvous 39
cover me as i go downtown
where we used to go and
play pinball
so many lifetimes have past
since those magical moments
of feeling older in my era of
childhood youth
if i was a painter with a rare
gift of magic, i would paint the
reason back into life and order
a sprite with a cherry in the
middle
as i think about all the heatwaves,
deluges, and snowstorms that have
come and gone, i think about a time
when 6am to 2pm on saturdays were
the golden time of day
as i close my eyes and get lost in the taste
of this push-up, i think back to a time when
certain cities were safe havens of serene
simplicity
i guess every birthday that passes makes me
miss it all even more....then again, as time makes
time forget time, it seems even more like that
particular time did not even exist....until those
retrospectives creep into my mind and bring back
time machine memories of benevolent bliss
i have prolonged making my wish enough
i guess i will go on and blow out the candles now
praise the Lord for the Gift of another year....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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