Adrift
Time drifted
Through a dark and
familiar window!
You can spend days
gazing out this window.
The wind is scattered
while it picks itself up.
The days don't seem to matter
as our souls do an old, familiar somersault.
Memory is an excuse to smile.
So wait awhile,
and remember the tree in the yard
you jumped for in the sun.
It is the dark matter that matters
It is our dark windows that shatter
the stars from heat
Our love from a dangling bonnet
A toothless grin
In the dead heat hot love summer of Georgia.
This is time adrift.
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