Gusts
by Tim G. Young
a girl in a red cap
flashes by
the river walk
blue and green
yellow sun
escapes
behind memories
thrown out and about
like tucked away photos
brown on the edges
curled in the crossfire
of nostalgia
ancient blooms
pressed in books
regard their death
as long noble dreams
glazed by fingertips
touching each other
like a kiss
in a color magazine
fires roaring
a girl in a red cap
slows to a crawl
repeating each moment
memorized in every glance
like each strand of hair
nestled under her cap
unable to break free
until gusts cut across her face
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"...memories
thrown out and about
like tucked away photos
brown on the edges
curled in the crossfire
of nostalgia." Those last three words made me shiver.
Lovely work.
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Much appreciated. Matt, Gary and Jerry.
ancient blooms
pressed in books
Beautiful!
Thank you, Erika!
I love the way you use time here. Very effective.
Many thanks, Dianne.
"curled in the crossfire
of nostalgia"
Potent stuff.
Hi Darryl, and thanks.