whisper of summer
I recall days of gold
bridging the years
September moon,
celestial skinny-dippers,
sangria soirée, so soused,
starlight swimming,
summertide celebratory,
singing soon sepia snapshots,
streaming in soulful sisterhood
psyches of sorrowful separating friends,
sadly, still scattered,
sweetly soliloquizing of
September of ‘76. ~
she regurgitates her parent’s philosophy
Lives their religious beliefs
Spouts their politics
Lives with their furniture
She has never had to buy a couch or a chair
Never had to wonder what her own ideas might be
At seventy-six she is grateful
She never had to develop an opinion of her own
I know everyone doesn’t need
to hear what’s going on in your head,
I just want one person to say
I’m listening, I’m here.
the expectation....
is the pain i write
will be only
a something faintly
remembered
lesson learned
lesson earned
tied up in a scarlet
ribbon in my rubble
laughter in the summer
yellowed as the white i
wore and obscured by my
view of you
playing, laughing... rescuing..
and acting like we were grown-
ups living a life
how much better the
hot summer used to get
hot...wet...tanned with
sweat on our lips and
kissing like children at
the fair
playing enough not to
hurt two hearts we
said.......
then....
Forever we spoiled the
summer of 76.
by janetta
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