on the back porch of our thoughts, listening
to the memories playing in the flowers
and bushes of all our previous years;
how often do I visit here... washing
off time with a casual consciousness?
we love these cool mornings, you and I do
parting ways all those years ago and now
reuniting while the memories are still
fresh and resurfacing for the first time
like spring roses planted in the fall...
how curious we are of our separation when
youth still retained its innocence and
actions were never prefaced with words and
cake doughnuts dipped in milk soothed our soul;
we love these cool morning when outcomes
were desired over quality and words were
placed on pages in wild abandonment to
achieve the daily goal or the weekly quota
or the mental requirement of regurgitation,
regardless of the manner in which it was written;
cool mornings send us packing up all our
forgotten scenarios of life we cherished once,
as dreams were more commonplace than
being outside in the real world of tomorrow
when one had to act out the fantasy with others
who had been blessed with no soul at all and
we were walking towards a common future as
there was no recognition of where we were today.
14 October 2021
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