BRANDYWINE (added 8/4)
Flowers for color
I have no motivation to post anything on any serious topic. Summer is that kind of season. I would prefer to be at the beach for the summer...but then who would care for the garden?
Now, the old scrap of paper......................
June 1971 (To J.V.)
Summers always mix me up.
A sound, a smell, the feel of warm sun on sun-baked shoulders,
body molded to soft hot sand,
a fleeting memory in guise of a dream.
Eight years ago and not something you can get hold of – an
It’s hard to be twenty-three
when you’ve stayed fifteen for eight years,
I think in summer I’ll always be fifteen,
somewhere deep inside.
It’s as if there’s something there
I left unfinished.
Perhaps it was only a sand castle washed away
by a tide come too soon.
Yes, it was something like that.