Blue Island
Chris DuBois
[Picassosbrain@yahoo.com]
That Summer
Remember the van
Yeah, that piece of shit
But man it was mine
Remember the smell of wildflowers in your hair
They set off your eyes like a punk on the fourth
And the sweetness of lilacs we passed
I was proud
I was like some freaky hippie
On a blind journey
Looking for that waterfall where we first did it
I remember finding it
We forgot the film for the camera I stole
It was too bad too
That black man looked so glorious that day
Just sitting in the falls
Like a hole while the water beat down on him
And the sunlight danced
I swam to the middle for that picture
I was so clever that day
Yeah we all laughed that summer
Then the van broke down
I can hear it rust
But man it was mine.
Poem © 2001 Chris DuBois, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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