Indian Summer

Indian Summer

A Poem by Archipelago
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Never up in the mornings,

you check the ashes the afternoon after

This wasn’t the best,

it was just like the rest,

the others innumerable we’ve had before

Every night we teach the stars to shine,

we greet the sunrise from the floor

It’s an unreal way to pass the time,

to waste our lives away,

waiting for the Days of Days that we speak and dream of

The future, adult life, the world that awaits us,

the drought that is coming to contrast this hurricane

Taste the ashes, the timestamps,

the signs of the times;

some are bitter, the burnt wood,

our sad sagely foresight, and others are sweetened,

the marshmallows that couldn’t hang on to the sticks,

the ones that got away,

they are safe. The fire has kept them,

they will stay on the beach.

But we shouldn’t linger, there are forests to burn,

and days yet to waste,

and infinite spheres filled with stars left to teach

© 2010 Archipelago


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