21 April 2012
Beer and afternoons well spent in pleasure and good company consumed, taken in at leisure time not passing nor the need of life's petty, grey attachments borne out from necessity leave us lone with gentle fading amber light and laughter free
Find me under bows close pressing kicking apples 'neath my boots on an evening lost to telling stroll amid the garden roots seek me by the sleepy river giggling 'gainst its reed-thick bank stealing o'er the boundary wall strolling back for food and more
Tell me of your plans and news optimistic Summer muse your's the hour and memory of golden mid-year revelry of how we'll take sand and storm breaking cadence of each dawn spinning all to straw-spun fawn and win our field of gold
Remind me on some far-flung month when light lies like a steel bar on every unwashed window, car and sound falls dead and cold of rays beneath the orchard trees running children with red knees dreams much like the bumble bees and never growing old
J. x
We All Grew Old at Breakneck Speed • Opuss № I