I laid the bag of groceries down,

and sat against the tree while

I watched the people on the square

live the same minutes, hours

and lives as cavemen since eternity.

.

Where is the newness and surprise

of a newborn dawn,unlived and fresh

with shiny grass, wearing dew, waiting

to be used and known to just a few?

.

Let me have one more dawn

free of yesterday's dust

when the wind painted my face

with the innocent heat

of a summer night's lust.

.

The pristine dawns belong

to others now-I can't see

as clearly but, how I love

to remember those faces

I once loved so dearly.

01/09/2008

Posted on 01/10/2008
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