National Poetry Month: Nothing Stands (22 of 30)
It's National Poetry Month. I will be posting a poem each day. No theme. I'm just going to follow the spark each day, wherever I might find it. It's bound to be messy.
Nothing Stands
nothing stands.
no black top to burn our feet,
no window to place an order,
no sidewalk to wait in line.
nothing but emptiness
and memories
of long summer days,
from a life so long ago.
another life;
where our biggest decision
was which kind of ice cream to get
or if we should save our change for another day.
where we only worried
about returning to the pool,
before the whistle blew,
before the next swim period began.
there once was a place
where laughter lingered in the lazy sun,
now in this place
nothing stands.
© Cathy L. Mere, 2023
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