memories from the sun.

clusters of white
beautiful acres of green
petals fly through tests of scent.
yellow is just a colour,
filtered through a glasseye kissing the warm concrete.
heat seeps through weaves of fabric,
simmering blood,
sweat.

throw your body in sand,
join millions others in scraped red.
stir yr skin in benevolence,
dry landscapes, a voyeur fed.
turn pages of inspiration,
scattered eyes, all placid.
cut the nerve line and push the ground down.
young minds ripen.
lesson learned as a table centerpiece,
a cruelly played-out puppet,
a careless betray.

hear last whispers,
a hankerchief in the hand of a loved one,
a closeness brought in a static beat,
Summer hospital rhythm.

non-truth, spread through soaped mouths
stories thrown down, like an anchor
on the shoulders of "young adults".
opportunity and potential through the lens of ridicule and fear.
overheading faces,
throw salt into the wound of new living.

maybe one day,
the yellow dot will shine brighter,
and cold memories will touch the ground and melt.


note: very old.