My childhood summers
My
childhood summers
Another
day marked off on the calendar
as
if it really does have a name and number,
my
life counting down now
in
months and days rather than years.
Death
has always been an abstract to me,
an
absence rather than a occurrence
and
these days I summon up
my
childhood summers
when
time was measured
only
in daylight or darkness
and
I reconstruct as best I can
that
guileless childhood abandon,
moving
untouched through time,
unobservant
of its inexorable passing.
O
child of God, Brian Darnell shall one day die.
You, on the other
hand, will live forever.
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