
The two spring mornings seem just a heartbeat apart
One among skyscrapers, one in the park
A morning of meetings spent at my desk
And the sorting papers from a cedar file chest
Oh for those mornings spent in childhood play
The grass stained knees from walking on all fours
Pretending to be a timber wolf when out of doors
But now it’s accounts and ledgers, and earning my pay
And being nostalgic of those old April days
But time’s waterfall has washed away
Jack-o’-lantern carving, and rolling in hay
So back to the books, and emails galore
What seemed like a heartbeat must surely have been more
Padre
https://anotherfearlessyear.net/2020/10/09/paint-chip-poetry-prompt-41/ heartbeat, timber wolf, skyscraper, waterfall, cedar chest, jack-o’-lantern, and grass stain.
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Love the nostalgia in this. I think, even as adults, we should get a day now and then, whether in April or October, to be free as a child.
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This is written so peacefully, and it resonates with me.
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