pastel frosty sand lakeside beaches
pretending nothing
all is as it should be
sailing ships inside my heart
waved-washed peach parade visions
bouncing in ivy covered spirals
spinning now familiar smiles
my lips brushing your forehead
hugging this July lake
I love you my heart’s keeper
I am blind to hear gray
I am deaf to taste disquiet
thinking less feeling much more
than sweeter oranges and candied honey dews
7/70
Lake Hopatcong, NJ