we are chiseled from

we are chiseled from
those southern
summers – hot
discipline captured
by a lone breeze
of freedom, swept
away from admonishing
looks, my brother
and i, our sun-darkened
skins parting the
symphonic waters
in the clubhouse
pool, a luxurious
drowning under
magnolia
branches –
that silver lining
.
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2 comments

  1. william

    Another stunning pic and poem. Those hot sticky days are back- wish you were here to jump in the pool together!

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