Memories And Dreams

There comes that hour

When you cross

That line of time

Into a world

Of knowing,

That things that

Once were

Commonplace,

Now exist

Only in memories

And dreams.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

2:56 PM June 29, 2014

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First Storm Of Summer

 

The first storm

Of summer

Sometimes lulls

You into its

Gray melancholy,

Wraps you in

A wet misty blanket,

Piles smokers

In doorways

And under overhangs

Trying to keep

Their fires dry,

Hides the street

People away

Somewhere,

Relegates the sexy

Ones to dance

 Only in your

Imagination,

In the sunny clips

Culled from memory.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

11:36 AM June 27, 2014