Dim evening light
splits the sycamore trees.
Water shimmers.
Becky, Bonnie, Sandy,
all of them laughing,
tipsy on wine coolers.
They know
they’ve got the magic
that will carry them through life.
Bare skin, goosebumps,
all ass and legs.
They run into the water,
splashing, shrieking,
the sun dripping into the horizon.
I strip,
hands sticky with beer,
heart hammering,
nervous, alive.
We swim slow,
bob up and down,
breathe,
girls worried
about fish and water snakes.
Bonnie grabs me
under the water.
“Hey girls,
somebody likes what they see.”
As darkness wraps us
in the blanket of youth,
my eyes strain
to see nipples
and little patches of hair.
Sandy’s 8-track blares Freebird
from her old Monte Carlo.
Those three guitars
wailing, endless.
Conquering heroes
emerge from the same lake
I used to catch bass in.
The water swallows our secrets,
our first awakenings.
I suggest we stay naked
and build a bonfire.
The girls just laugh
and pull on their jeans,
don’t comprehend
that this moment
will stay with me forever.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Thomas, this is a vivid meditation on youth, memory, and asymmetry…how one person’s passing night becomes another’s permanent echo. The lake, the music, the laughter all fade, but the knowing remains. Very powerful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you.
Most welcome, Thomas.
Thomas there are certain moment that become snapshots in time filed in the memory those glory days that instead of fading grow more brilliant with age. Cherished keepsakes that give life meaning and purpose, glowing embers to reignite another day. Such is the feeling I got from this poem. Simply lovely and a fave
Thank you, my friend.
You are most welcome
Beautifully done. Your poem revolves around the fleeting nature of youth and the bittersweet essence of nostalgia. The poet focuses on a group of young women enjoying a carefree moment by the water, capturing the exhilaration and innocence of adolescence as they grapple with the onset of adulthood.
Thanks
Good write T.
Thanks
Ah, you brought back a few memories also for me. Gorgeous and such vivid imagery. Superb poetry. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
golden memories shared !!!
Thanks.
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