Grand Summer of ’96

Poetry by D.e.e.L

and she lifts my spirits from a world away
without even remembering my name
and i lay here in photographs
time standing still
while the waves crash the sides of her boat
and the pictures are fading
time bending them to yellow
and i shout a name she’s since forgotten
a hobbled misfortune
the clock rips days away, life from lungs
years ago i said i’d grasp the moments
but now they’re nothing but tragedy

and i find a day from 1996
the canyon behind us
taken by a cheap disposable
the world falling away at our backs –
– as we smiled.

Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L) 2014

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