tumbledry

Madison

Certainly was fun
Then it’s done
Something about the sun
Added to the fun

In the Morning
One last summer storm
A sprinkle runs into earth
Small puddles form

A kick, a pass
A cheer, a fast
Something about the sun
And the way it moves you

Water was warm
Floating down the stream
Friends drift past
Silently … dream

Intimate knowledge
People from the past
Change heart’s shape
Will always ‘til the last

Suddenly done,
Memories gather
Experienced as fun,
Now merely blather.

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