Second Thoughts # 1 – Curbed Enthusiasm

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Those days of sitting on the curb with your childhood friends at the beginning of the warmest rain. – Ash

Under This One Light

under this one light

in the amber hue, I have my portal to then

an eve painted in summer

teenage banter filled the air as crushes bloomed

and comradery flourished

cool breezes were another layer of skin

traffic and the passerbys provided background noise

like an orchestra playing a scene of those wonder years

time dared not show its face where we ran, we played

all of us together having no clue one day we would grow apart

as age banished our internal youth

but for that very moment, a looping memory was being created

for everyone, I’m sure, for me… for sure

against the fade of those nights that will stand the test of tomorrows to come

I remember because each second I stand here in the illuminated golden of right now

my heart minted in aurulent

keeping this memory where I leave it

under this one light

The Elf All About Himself! (For the kids!!!)

Once upon a time,
there was an angry little elf.
Who thought of absolutely no one,

but of only himself.

He’s always so mad,
which made the other elves very sad,
with his complaints that work, work, work,

was all they ever had.

Even his friends,
would call him mean and selfish.
“Why are you not nice?”

Why are you not elfish?”

No matter what they say,
he swore he’d never listen,
because ending the holidays,

had become his evil elf mission.

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Like I Wasn’t Even There

Sure, the memories
But, the smell, the taste, the touch,
All still left to make believe
I miss…
The very start
Opening characters, scene one
Greener grass, the bluest skies, salty ocean
That street light at night where I would measure my shadow to the tip of the moon
Those flaked fences, white
A particular damp night sky that I loved and haven’t smelt in a long, long time
Tipped-toed curbs, run past the shop
Yes, my eyes could go blind and I would still make it anyway
Follow the path by memory alone…to my home
Grab a bunch of those crazy flowers along the way
But now, I can only recount
because tomorrow had to come
and now strangers walk about
like I was never even there