Flashback

IMG_6421

We lingered at the stream after school,

enchanted by the babble of its language,

and how the sun cast gold glitter, like Midas

wherever it touched

 

Now, with twenty odd years of hindsight,

I know your story was fabricated

when you told us about the man who drowned

in the shallow, shimmering

stream.

 

And the gasps you drew

from our young mouths

when you uttered the words

Iā€™m going in

and climbed the rail of the bridge,

those gasps,

were exactly what you wanted.

 

And then we all went home

to our mothers

 

Back then summers were short

and life was forever.

 

Now one of us is dead,

one of us writes poems

and the other one is you,

and the summers are never-ending.

 

~~ June Briar Kelsey

2 Comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s