And I remember
running as fast as I could
up the long hill leaving
the others far behind.

Away, away, said a voice.
The wide blue sky is this way
and you have wings to fly
you can feel in your arms.

Ah, the bold rush of youth
when all seems possible,
within close reach.

Only now I recollect
having this dream about
a sun-kissed boy of summer
climbing ever higher till
he was one with the sky.

I go with him still
in my mind’s eye
this dismal morn,
van sitting in a grey lot,

awaiting another’s return
from the tyranny of
appointments and aging.
A boy long flown
in my rear-view mirror.


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