MOLD

In those light-drenched shots I used to make

Of beach plum colored by the island sun,

Summer summarized and done,

As picture-perfect as any eye could take,

 

In those hopeful fields of view

Lay a darker day than dawn,

As our younger visions tend to spawn

Brighter worlds than planets do,

 

And the shades of immortality

That gather at the brilliant rim

On these fading slides just skim

The deeper, distant fireworks of memory.

 

Rewritten November 19th and 20th, 2013

Lanikai

 

NOTES ON MOLD