SUMMER DANCE
48 summers ago, on our maiden dance,
I knew I had only one left foot,
but almost died to discover I had two.
BAGUIO SUMMER ON MY MIND
Skating, sailing at Burnham Park,
I stole my first kiss, and carved
her name on a pine tree’s brittle bark.
SUMMER SUNDOWNS
Now we watch shimmering summer sunsets
on porches while we play our waiting game,
wondering if her name is still among the branches.
These poems were posted earlier in their original "one-line/one-sentence" forms in Dave Bonta's Via Negativa, 08-13-11
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