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A South Florida Winter to a Young Northern Man
Contributed by
mypetmeatball
on
Wednesday, 3rd February 2010 @ 06:37:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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It’s as if I pulled a lever to stop a great gyrating cogwheel
The sweat beading on my brow rushes as a waterfall
Or would have, I would not require assumption
had it all not evaporated upon expulsion
My crescent eyes scan the oversaturated plain
“I don’t recall the world monochromatically beget”
Yellow gulls sound off and take to yellow skies
And I assess the yellow feeling inside
A mere decade ago I’d be hurdling over sprinklers
Wet shirt cohesive to my chest like animal skins
The ballfield would ignite my appreciation of hue
Manicured green harmonized with cerulean blue
Yellow translucence stands firm and trees stay fruitful
The water’s ever warm as are sprinklers still spritzing
Summer lingers on from the cogwheels I thwart
Yet my face wears thin and the gulls still depart!
“It just doesn’t quite feel like summer when summer never goes”
My catharsis erupts leaving only traces of yearning
- If I restore the lever will the world resume turning?
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