as we wrote itA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
summer
of '67 the backseat expunged
adolescent urges and her hair smelled of
heaven at least a 17-year old's
version the grass was so green it seemed envious of
something--- maybe us love flourishes in early
years even if it only lasts a
season but life has its reason and endings are just
portals to beginnings and in fall we find more reasons to interpret the poetry
of seasons past enlightened versions of
ourselves reach old age immersed in memory diving into days ago now sitting in the front
seat alone but still smelling
heaven in our minds, and with
our words we'll always remain in the summer of '67 our forever version of heaven. erin-cilberto 7/17/19 © 2019 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on July 21, 2019Last Updated on July 21, 2019 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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