Sept. Eleven Nineteen Ninety Two
Windy day, Thursday afternoon clouds,
going for a drive, smells like rain.
Sky heavy and blue, searching,
pushing you out of my mind today.
SSHHH! Watch him...
There's a man feeding the ducks!
Hear the lake pressing against the shore,
there's resort living across the way.
Going for a walk, looks like rain,
there's no peace from you today.
SSHHH! See them...
Daisy chain islands in the blue waters.
Puffy green dots along the horizon,
isolated among the shimmering main.
Distant thunder, goosing flesh,
going for a swim, sounds like rain.
SSHHH! Hear me...
Leaving memories on the shore of Thursday afternoon...
Copyright © Stephen Young | Year Posted 2006
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