At the end
Of two-thousand and fifteen
I never felt the earthquake,
Didn’t fall into the
Adult coloring book fad,
Didn’t forget the
Tangerines and lotus
That drove me mad,
Didn’t know how
Many more years
Were left to explore,
At the end
I knew I loved you,
Headed into
Sixteen as wide eyed
And crazy as when I was
Sixteen.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
10:52 AM December30, 2015