Opal’s Moon
In warm June
White reflection
Silica collection
Daisy fields sway
Thousand years of white
Nature ignites
Precious find
One of a kind
Someone’s loss
Washed to the shore
By sea moss
Colors shimmer bright
Silver like moonlight
Nothing lacking
B-O-L-D and fUn
Start your summer packing
Find your opal in the sand
On a ring band
Where you belong
Sing a seasonal song
At twilight
It’s pure highlight
Gray marble in the sky
Floatin’ stone flashlight
Look up and wonder why
See its gaze back at you
What is precious
Is not a lie

Becky turns  on her  radio
It’s 4’oclock you see
Says she’s got a date with just me
Her Keds dazzled in red
With thoughts of Psychedelic Furs in her head
Thomas headin home
On the floor of ole truck lies his 80s comb
Hasn’t seen old school in years
The thought brings him to tears
Michael’s on a break
Wants to take time by the lake
Thinkin about Sarah
And that iconic leg warmer era
When she hadn’t worn waterproof mascara
Sarah walkin thru the old store
Hears em say, vintage is a good score
Records musty smell
Makes her feel swell
Polaroid on a shelf
Drifts back to a time of her younger self
Instant prints
Memory hints
Friends together
In spring weather
High school dance
Parachute pants
Puffy sleeve print
Tubular and mint
Neon color
Teenage pustalar
This much is true
With a Converse shoe
Glares, stares and dares
Waves in their hair
Synth-pop
They bop
First crush
They blush
Friendship pins
Shy grins
Floppy disks
The unsaved risks
Laughs enter
In present time
Fallen purse
Fate or curse
Hand holds out a dime
Blank look
Like a old good book
Mumble jumble
Who do you see
lookin back at me
In a flash
It all goes past
Familiar face
Of time & place
If you leave
No one would believe
Together again
It was then
When they remembered when