Seasons
We sat on a bench near the river
I listened as you spoke
of what you dreamed
when you were a child
how you were fearless
in all your dreams
You said your life was full
and that the convenience
comfort of it all
was working
your dreams only broken
thoughts
mundane
empty gardens of sleep
When we parted on that sunny afternoon
in our season
your smile betrayed you
You walked away
slowly
with all those unfulfilled dreams
and with each step you took
another sliver of darkness
gathered
piling its black wooden branches
at your heals
down the parkway path
I am proud of you though
you own your sadness
hook
line and sinker
you quit reaching
when someone broke your heart
took your trust and fractured your spirit
In a new season
it is my hope
that you begin to reach
one more time
toward those
dreams
the ones your childhood promised
fearless
BIO:
Dan participates in poetry readings
throughout Northern California, and has shared his poetry with Dead Snakes as
well as the Avocet, Ardent Poetry Journal and the California Quarterly to name
a few. He's still chasing the Muse.
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