Monday, August 15, 2011

SUMMER POEMS




SUMMER DANCE  

48 summers ago, on our maiden dance,
I knew I had only one left foot,
but almost died to discover I had two.


BAGUIO SUMMER ON MY MIND 

Skating, sailing at Burnham Park,
I stole my first kiss, and carved
her name on a pine tree’s brittle bark.


SUMMER SUNDOWNS 

Now we watch shimmering summer sunsets
on porches while we play our waiting game,
wondering if her name is still among the branches.

---Albert B. Casuga
08-15-11


These "one-line" poems were earlier posted in their original forms in Dave Bonta's Via Negativa, 08-13-11

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