“A Minute With You”

Holding her hand in the heat of summer,

long brown hair blowing in the blue-lit breeze

like nothing I’d ever hope to discover.

Young love doomed from the beginning,

neither one knowing the spell would break.

Looking forward with the eyes of an older man,

reaching back into time with a hopeless hand

that grabbed at nothing but failed chances.

Sweet as she was to behold in the green grass,

ripped jeans stained at the thighs so tight,

nothing remains but the moment remembered,

a minute with you I’ll dare to forget or relive.


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