Friday, August 12, 2022

Summer Love by John Drudge

Flattening nickels
On railroad tracks
Stealing cigarettes 
To smoke at the lake
Riding our bikes
Toward new found sin
Lamenting
The passage of time
And I remember that day
When I touched
Your hand
And shivered
With something fresh
And new
Lost in the tiny utopias
Of will
And the imagination
Of need
Racing the sunset
Across the surface
Of bliss
And following dreamscapes
Through fields
Of new realities
With the truth
Of our humanness
Hidden in every breath
Of summer’s freedom
As dusk settled
On your face
Pale in the powdered light
Of sudden endings




John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology.  He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.

 



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