morning poem

Time goes by

Hours and days

Months and years.

Yet I swore I would not forget that moment

I held myself and carved my vow deeply

Into the taproot of that giant sycamore

That you and I dove from

Thirty feet above the river

Forty years ago

In that time when you and I owned the world.

I see the same sun in the sky today

That smiled on us in that warm afternoon.


Copyright 2015

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