#goldenage
A bold density of memory anchors,
scattered across a past
where colour saturates
like someone sat on the remote control,
holy hand grenades on loose afternoons
with the slap and bicker of passing the joypad
in blithe ignorance of washing piles
deadlines and empty pockets
Drifting in the now, helium light,
well-heeled but drab,
absent fingers trace the slight links
on the line around arthritic ankles
as they gently, surely give
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 2:34 AM UTC
An atmospheric calm
In the shade under the palms
A refreshing salty sea breeze
The warm white sand of the Florida keys
Gentle waves approach the shore
Probably take a nap till four
Happy hour at five
Stunning! We all arrive
Ready to dance on the stage
We’re living up our golden age
Our feet now tire
We’ll head to the beach campfire
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC