watercolor
Time: a river without banks
In memory of the laughter rolling in some summer nights from my childhood
heartbeats
punctuating
the endless
Time: a river
without banks
taking in everything
flowing
silently
in the universe
clock striking
at midnight
a fish
carrying a violin
soaring
into the night sky
playing the song
nostalgically
commanded
by God
you and me
floating
in the river
gazing
into each other
and through
across the ruins
of memories
and, the smell
of hay
drifting
In the milk
of moon-
light
06/22/2021
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