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High school nights, it seems.
We run wild and quiet,
kicking sand up behind us.
The park closed three hours ago,
but we break this rule like we're
passing notes in class.
we're fourteen again,
abandoning shoes and shorts
on the beach, playing chicken
with the weather--it's still
too cold for any sane adult person,
but I double-dog-dared her,
so here we are.
Quiet, until we're waist-deep,
then a shriek.
Warm beers in hand, we float,
look at the sky, gossip. Talk
about boys and broken hearts.
We've spent a lifetime
in these waters, pacts made
over stale Rainiers and under
these stars, burning brighter
the further from land we go.
Imagination run wild, the lake
is still, flowing around us like silk:
a fish tail, a ball gown. The mansions,
ghostly, shroud us on all sides,
and we imagine we're rich.
smoking a bowl in the garden
while the others dance inside.
Princes are such a bore.
She said Bill Gates
once paid her
ten thousand dollars
for party favors,
and I ooh and ahh,
imagining what it would be like.
sunburnt, the smell of aloe,
mother's hands soothing
fragile skin. Falling asleep
with the ocean rushing
within your calves.
| As I inch inexorably closer to middle age, this came alive for me. I particularly enjoyed how you used simple language in parts, and then dropped into more expansive, stream-of-consciousness descriptions. |
I am running with you into the park, enjoying with complete abandon the freedom of friendship that has seen itself through many bumps and strains.
If I only had one tiny criticism, and it really is a nit-pick, it would be the use of "person" after "adult." On the first read, it felt unnatural to the flow of the rest of it.
Thanks for the read!
|| Posted on 2016-01-25 00:00:00 | by BlankSheet | [ Reply to This ] || disclaimer: it's just me. apologies in advance. (insert smile here). |
i enjoy your snapshot slices of life. really!
i find it's important to stay free and do the silly things that you think you're to old to do, but do them anyway. there is nothing better than finding moments that make ya feel 14; or whatever age that you actually are not, really.
ha! sometimes for me, (actually every time), if i am hanging at a friend's garage smoking dope, i feel 16, always.
i like the breakdown here. it's like getting to see bits and parts of a relationship that has been around for awhile. the kind that no matter what, no matter where, there are no expectations of how or who you are supposed to be. you just are.
this feels like it's home. a going back and finding contentment in the familiar but with an older perspective.
anyway, as i've said before, always enjoy what ya have to say.
|| Posted on 2015-05-31 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ] |