by W. Mahlon Purdin
She sat at the table enjoying the sun.
I could tell her skin was soaking it in.
She was warming in the early summer.
She was peaceful there beside me.
I remember days when peace was gone.
Days when there was a darkness all around.
Though the days were hot, I was cold.
I remember wishing the hatred would stop.
She was talking to me with a trusting voice.
She was enjoying a meal, leisurely.
She looked around breathing it all in
And said, “What a beautiful, beautiful day.”
Once, when the rain poured down
Like a deluge, cascading over me
So that I could hardly breathe,
I remember thinking, “What a day to die.”
She sipped her ice tea and relished the taste.
She touched the napkin to her lips.
She shifted in her seat for more sun’s warmth.
She settled again, contented.
The spray from the bow and the rain combined.
Together they washed the boat’s speeding deck.
Blood hot red streaks blended into pink.
I thought of a summer’s day in another world.
Posted on 08/02/2019
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