And there in
I first saw
You splashing about
Swimming you said
Laughing I called
Dog paddling around
Just like Sparky
Have a drink
I asked you
Maybe you’ll relax
Then I’ll drown
Will you then
Jump in to
Save me sweetheart
My love I
Swim like concrete
Use the lime
And ice-cubes instead
Like lingering aromas
Of baking bread
Of newly discovered
Rustling tissue paper
Hiding wanted gifts
Of streets steaming
By summer rains
Of shushing tires
After thunder storms
Of white blankets
Bathing northern pines
Of orange moons
At harvest time
Of acrid smells
In hay lofts
Of espresso’s fingers
Tickling early mornings
Of the plumpcity
In children’s cheeks
Of the first
Wet lapping kiss
From a puppy
These always remain
As they were
Simply deliciously fresh
Early morning sun
Poked through trees
Splashing the street
With yellowed white
Every green imaginable
Captured before you
Like wildly grinning
Children caught off-guard
Zoe on leash
Prowled like thieves
Foraging for breakfast
Your shadow there
Danced like ghosts
Thinking of me
This morning’s walk
As a boy
He held but
One thing in
His heart which
Was to wander
Free amongst the
Forest treasures and
Dance in moonlight
But he lived
Amongst the beasts
In towns made
Of pride greed
And anger so
All he could
Do was wait
Until that one
Harvest moon upon
Which his path
Would be shone
Taking him home
To the shire
And his fae
Courage is
Simply the
Action of
Doing something
For others
Absent of
Your personal
Gain it
Is generous
And prone
To be
Seen by
Others as
Ludicrous that
Said shall
We not
Dance in
The rain
Tell the
Same old
Tired jokes
And set
Aside differences
And be
As courageous
As we
Were as
The children
We once
Were before
We lost
That innocence
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 