We gnarled chubby knees
on convoluted trees
as we swayed upon the yardarm
sailing stormy seas.
We bruised our immortality
threw caution to the breeze
only darkness overcame us
as we did just as we pleased.
And the man in the moon
has found good company
with a giant leap of faith,
and a verse in history.
Upon Infinities of youthful days
imagination feeds, but the
feigned light of yesterday
hides darker memories.
by Paul E. Smith
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| Tree © Jennifer Phillips |
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