RIPE

Posted on July 9, 2016 by | 2 Comments

 

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Through distant time and space
the child comes along just to see
how things turned out—

expectations shed like clothes,
courses changed as we ricochet,
learn the hard way.

I will never have those eyes again,
never yearn to star in dreams
that now surround me—

come alive with color and texture
as momentum slows, ready now
to make the most of it.

 

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2 responses to “RIPE”

  1. Maureen Sudlow | July 9, 2016 at 2:40 pm | Reply

    intriguing – wonder what they would think of us now…

    Liked by 1 person

    • John | July 10, 2016 at 4:27 am | Reply

      A long conversation, to be sure. Considerations of time and space, and the changes, but regardless, some seem to bring a little innocence along. It can be so refreshing.

      Liked by 1 person

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