A young mind is set on her.
Do minds age like brains?
I remember
the memory has set like concrete.
She had a flat in Pamlico,
I had a bike - a Triumph T120
why should the bike type matter?
I was longitudinally mobile
inflamed
by the trip we were sharing.
Love is a drug right?
Today she arrives again
but she is getting off that throbbing bike
so her arrival is a leaving.
I check my thoughts
they are like boot prints
in a still drying concrete
and not set at all.
Categories:
pamlico, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Pamlico morning;
Clouds floating over palmed isle
And the clear blue sea
Categories:
pamlico, nature, places, sea,
Form: Haiku