A day with no clouds, but plenty of shade.
A long agated beach and a gentle wind
sifting through the high beach grass blades.
Saint Croix River Valley.
A day where the morning arrives drenched in cool dew.
And there's plenty of sun-ripe tomatoes for toast and
freshly ground Sumatran coffee to brew.
North Dakota kitchen table.
You're daydreaming the promises of a long summer's afternoon.
Thinking of those that came before in your youth.
How you would like to come back to them.
Visiting memories as favorite old friends.
Go swimming until the sun nearly sets...
in the big cement WPA built pool again.
And tennis lessons at Island Park
with the handsome instructor
you recreate in your dreams in the dark.
Close friends playing Starlight Moonlight,
and the thrill of eluding capture,
you hunker down out of sight
enjoying hiding from pretended monsters.
Those were the afternoons,
and days, they seemed endless.
But how they've evaporated. Soft puddled rain on a warm summer day.
And with the passing of years, softer still.
Resolve to put them to paper.
Preserve them, preserve yourself
if you will.
Dear grocery list of memories
for all those fine summer afternoons.
Copyright August 31, 21012 All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo from her Tilt-a-World