To Be a Part or Apart

To be

a part

or apart

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A Gilded Summer Meditation in 3 Parts

1/
So many summers
Passing
Renewing
Reviewing
Repeating

A rejuvenating
Laying of a gentle
Touch and waste
To skin.

2/
Summer days,
When the heat
And the light
Shine,
rise white
on city pavement,
And persistent
memories
trick
the mind,
Without the
luxury of repetition;
Simply a lingering taste of
The summer wonder
Of green childhood.

3/
The poplars wave
And clap
A flickering Gold and green
A rustling sound
In balm of sunlit wind.
The grasses
Genuflect
Bowing tasseled
heads,
To ground,
And high up
green and
Sky bound,
Golden
Boughs sway
In overarching
Gratitude
of
The boundless brilliant sun.

Ted’s Cafe

 

There was a street cafe
Of love,
Where once a virgin met
Experienced lover.
Where a husband yearned
For yet another,
Where a fiancé second guessed a marriage.
Where an older man
Ached for a younger lover,
And played juke boxes
Of different songs,
Many times
With coffee cups of different sighs,
And glistening eyes.
All three hearts and minds
mourned in different ways ,
at different times,
the fact that their love
Had died
In that street cafe of love called Ted’s.