Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

The Rising Days Of Summer Love

The Rising Days

Days our weather changed, soaring 30 degrees hotter, and climbing
past noon, we tucked long pants in sleeves of light jackets, their arms
loosely hugged our waists where dared hike. I ran faster than you,
but waited up, when you called me back, slow down. I encouraged
you higher. But, with no lemonade left, sandwiches gone by nine,
your interest declined. We snacked on strawberries instead, hiding
below red-tinted camouflage leaves, beneath parabolic-strung power lines.

Black wire navigated our summer lives from from camp trail to hidden creek
alongside that lonesome stretch of tar. Her beloved cattail sought, spied
in hopes of uncovering love and what it hides. Slip shoes swamp green
and muck black, stomped off what didn’t stick on dry reeds. Running
out of time, this alluring remote place hid time with her rules, and you left.
Only the sky wouldn’t eternally illuminate before I ventured alone on my own.

Punishment for this strange fascination to spaces unknown did not bar
a sun bleached and red boy, trotting in and out of that 50-acre wood.

5.14.24
still raw, not fully conceived

Not like many of you when so enthralled that ADHD sent me with every new notion,
a bright-eyed Angel who would trace each scene to the next in search of love like truth
in days of innocence and the arrogant ignorance slowly rendering hard a misguided heart.
It still resides, because the man always entertains an adventurous, aimless boy seeking,
who’d do anything for a true friend who shares a similar passion like love.