Cherry gray charcoal
scented of childhood
picnics, ponds, and watermelon
trips long ago switches.
And the mind enters some surreal
state where for a moment,
decades are sloughed off
and Justin becomes Philip.
Author notes
Fishing with my adult son and having flashbacks to fishing with my younger brother 30 years ago. Actually called my son (Justin) by my brother's name. The mind can play funny sometimes.
A contest entry
- quick contest--- melon by Cat.
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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without the author's notes i'm totally oblivious but hey
could you care less?
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yes i could care less
PP
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two wonderful memories
preserved--
very nice
m
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I like where you went with this, thanks for taking us along.
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