Because I write well from prompts...

Jul 10, 2008 10:18

theryk posted this:
Let this afternoon stand outside of time...

Summer Slumber
It's somewhere after three
And before six

We're on the dock
A well loved and damp towel
Protecting our stomachs
From splinters
And over-acheiving water spiders

Our hands trail in the glassy water
Curious catfish swim out of the old jette
But don't come to nibble on them
Not just yet

If we care to look up
There are mountains to stare at
Clouds to count and shape
Trees to dapple shade -
and the occasional acron -
upon us

But face down
With warm breezes on our backs
We are too full of a good swimming and sunshine
To bother with such exertion

Patience yeilds rewards
And whiskers tickle fingertips
We share only a silent smile
Afraid noise might remove the magic

Let this afternoon stand out of time
Let us remain here
Somewhere between three and six
After the day begins to cool
But before it begins to fill with shadows.

poem

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