Rolling

There are moments

When I forget these

Inconsequential issues

Like

You know

Pain, and all

Like loneliness

Depression

That can sit on your chest and press pillows

Into your face

There are moments

That recall the sunshine glow of a summer afternoon

Or the wonder of skintight jeans

Walking just ahead of you on a hot sidewalk

Rolling hips

Slippery like

With a magnetism of forever

These moments blend

Together

Absorbable

Into the hot sweat of summer

Feeling each drop

Trickling

Into mystery

 

 

David Trudel  ©  2013

 

 

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