Stop And Go

Who knows why

We played stop

And go,

Let ourselves run

So hot then cold,

Every time I

Look at you,

I wonder what

We’d do,

If time played


Like it did

Back then.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Summer Re-Visited”

8:30 PM August 23, 2013

Sweet Spot


In that sweet spot


The power of the wind

That can swing a boom

And crush your skull,

And the power of the


That can open wide

And swallow you whole,

In between in that sweet spot

Is where you truly know

The beauty of being alive,

If only for

An instant more.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Summer Re-Visited”

3:49 PM August 22, 2013

Backyard Bird

The backyard bird

I thought an owl

Turns out to be

A dove,

You I thought

I sort of liked

Turns out it’s

Really love,

The spiders spin

Though the web

Is gone,

The ants continue

They march along,

And the backyard bird

That is a dove

Keeps hooting like

An owl.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Summer Re-Visited”

6:45 AM August 18, 2013