“Summer is a dream in my little girl’s eyes…”

Summer is dream in these mountains…a dream in the asphalt spaces on the path between the long bridges over the marsh and the beaver dam flats far from the sounds and smells of morning traffic.  Rolling leisurely late, half expected, in the quiet waking I stop, and breath…


the sky is deep

…in the calm reflections countless immaculate shades of  blue call me to the far shore where the fence line sinks into the invisible, even the trees are blue, a blue watery world, and the tangled roots of another time lie unearthed half-beneath the surface of today.  


The mirror of morning reflects the sky between the storms, between the girls of summer and the tank tops and short shorts, between socks in sandals and puffy jackets, and here and now, the planks rattle the fish tags on my bars.  Rainbows and Lake Trout, jump and catch and release me and my stolen moments with two wheels and a camera and a song between here and there.

Summer is a dream in my little girl’s eyes and the two tiny elastic, ‘Dada look, me me pony’s’, in her hair…

This entry was published on July 30, 2011 at 10:32 am. It’s filed under Life, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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