Here I Come

Here I Come

Jumping rocks mix with summer hues.
Just one year to repair balance.
After one year you leave, balanced or not.
Five parts: one part anxiety, four parts excitement.

Running trees shake your hand softly.
Muffler drags its way to work one more time.
You hide, dodge the pain that separation brings.
Split personality allows lives to start and end.

Swimming film springs future memories now.
Jet black diesel bus swipes bicyclist’s knees.
Four walkers stop to help her up. The bus goes on.
Wait. Stand around and wait your life away!

Bouncing boats lean into white-capped boys.
Sacred land yields to weekends:
Keep this in mind as you stop enough to live.
After one year you leave, balanced or not.

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 1998. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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