For it’s not
Me that’s immortal
It’s the memories
Of me in
Others that is
And the greatest
Memory that one
Can ever have
Is having been
Loved by them
Category: Childhood
Cannonball
And right then
When you thought
Just maybe that
What you felt
Might be true
Who ever it
Is and so
You changed accepted
Redacted and ignored
All bells and
Whistles warning you
To be careful
Running and jumping
Off the pier
Fear behind you
Until you hit
The icy cold
Bold frozen water
Realizing too late
That chilly people
Cripple warm hearts
Blackberry (to boo)
And during a
Walk through a
Thorny thicket i
Spied a bush
Dangling luscious blackberries
Plump to the
Touch ripe and
Sweet I sat
Upon a stump
And dined one
After the other
So many times
In fact that
I finally knew
That it was
You that I
Dared the forest
Only to find
EndAndBegin
Fall signals the
End of summer
Exploding in color
Leaves sun succulent
Finally release summers
Sunny long days
I have learned
That the end
Of things is
Never the end
But new beginnings
Don’t fear the
Fall but celebrate
Both warm memories
Of languid lazy
Days and what
We might be
Next time around
RememberSummer
Even inside I
Can tell fall
Is coming not
By color but
By wind licking
Trees and grass
Soon leaves will
Leap like tiny
Spinning parachutes landing
And carpeting everything
Under foot calico
Fleeing from chills
To warming fires
We will huddle
And remember summer
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 