That Summer Feeling (Revised)
February 25, 2008 by raysweat
Everything is under the lights tonight
though they are a little out of focus
spinning like pink calas who won’t stay still
long enough for Georgia O’Keefe to paint them
funny how when you lose someone
all the cars are the same make as hers
and on every face she’s left a trace
only on closer look they become
strange watery figures in a desert
that only a lover can discern
soon the cars will fly over the fence
and all will align in crackerjack
jubilation so happy to be home
but you won’t bat an eye
cause you’ll already know
how dark it gets in starless grass
when everyone is gone
and a ball will roll your way
from the woods across the field
where you played as a child
and with the awkward assurance
of your very first glove, you
will hold on tight like you
expected it all along.
