Salamanders

A Poem

the feeling of sun rays

burning under our skin

pine trees rustling in the wind,

take me back to clear skies

running to catch a bus,

to catch an ice cream tune,

followed by a flute.

I’m taking back my notes,

rewriting them over,

so I can remember

starlight is seen in a tree

and salamanders dance under logs,

not-tadpoles swim in a tank,

forest leaves fall our woods,

back down the path of where I stood.

Giving back. I’m giving up,

going back,

finally.

Finally,

— parades of popcorn imaginary

ducks on a scavenger hunt,

fishing for paper planes

across yards,

discovering boats and floats —

I’ll remember again

that country song —

because what I keep singing

doesn’t sound like me at all —

“I will not fall.”

I know I will,

over and over,

fighting and rising still.

A memory of someone kept me going amidst the fog.

The first part will always bring nostalgia.

Then “Black and Yellow” becomes the new sunset, lol.

LMFAO…..memories still crack me up. XD

Don’t smack yourself with a branch now…