the raft bobs
with each wave...
billowing clouds
the handwriting
of a boy I once knew—
first valentine
pink tulips—
the picket fence
wet with dew
I blame it all
on fluorescent lighting—
swimsuit season
blush sunrise—
ducklings huddle
near the river's edge
a wind blows
the moon around
I remember him...
with each
ebbing wave...
seashells
red roses—
sounds of "blue moon" fill
the conversation gap
focusing the zoom lens
on my best friend—
graduation day
signs of spring—
her steps lighten
as workmen whistle
