in my mind
i return to a time
when the wind swept roses
smelled like candylove
and summer means
staying up late
running for the ice cream man
playing "doctor" in quiet attics
cat-footing around
in the darkening night
it's the thoughts of childhood brewing
that keep innocence lurking in the bay
moccasins softly prowl the shadows
returning to the crystal clarity
of purity...humming within the grey
my tiny chest, heaving away
Kate Lamberg
flower photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved
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