Memories
Taking life for granted; not many of us sit around pining about how we do this, nor should we…waste of energy. I do think, though, that if we were to identify it in ourselves and be conscious of that tendency within us…we might be able to recognize more of those special times and things in real time, instead of feeling their beauty and quality in hindsight. Special details, intensity that is felt at half potency, our souls know but the mind is slow. The day destroys the night, the night divides the day.
Spring brings crowds in brightly colored clothes
Auras blend and clash to paint their worlds
Blossoms play peek-a-boo with our eyes
Waves start dark and are transparent jade before crashing
Into beachy shallows and seal bearing peers
The town where I feel and say these things is warm and awake
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