Climbing the rusted caracol, I
found myself happy to let you go first,
yielding center stage, while you basked
in a potpourri of much deserved applause.
Goofy, silly, awkward, somewhat clumsy;
perfect in every way.
Senescence was of no concern as
we walked the quad and you proudly
displayed that emblazoned medallion
trophy-cased around your neck.
Mine savagely stuffed in some pocket;
I forget which one.
Young lovers lay on a bed of
kiwi-colored grass; laughing,
tickling their bodies and their fancies.
Their moment though, eclipsed by yours.
Miraculously cured from faux insignificance
and homesick heartache.
notes: This is one of the first poems I wrote. It was originally written for Moday Melting before I had a blog of my own. Hope you enjoy (even if this is your second time reading this poem.) 🙂