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.
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