Crossing the bridge,
walking with the girls
hot summer morning
a whiff of memory
the smell of the river
far below us
taking me back
the same brownish color
rich with run-off
stagnant yet moving
a little too slow
the same smell
that I remember
coming back to me
when I was their age
or a year or two older
no more than that.
July 12, 2010
the Suncook River today
and the river in Westfield,
forty years ago
All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 19,270+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.
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