August Yamashita Park

She is lying on her back in a field of freshly-cut summer grass.
Staring up intently, but thoughts wandering;
pretending not to be wishing upon those could-have-been-clouds,
her yesterdazed eyes watching them disappear into a sky she whispers she can’t reach.

She smells her memories in the severed blades of wet and dewdrop green.
Staring at the sunshine red behind her eyelids, thoughts wandering;
somehow not remembering she once did this and was happy,
dreaming hopes into something to look forward to tomorrow.

She is lying to herself in a month about to end.
Staring anywhere that won’t remind her, thoughts wandering;
but not far enough away to forget.
Whatever brought her here in the first place, anyway.

She is only ever lost when she knows exactly where she is.
When she wakes and her day comes absolutely guaranteed.
When her her eyes and ears see and hear exactly what was yesterday.

When everyone and everything
that once was new
has since become
an instant replay.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Poetry   11 August, 2009   Tags: Yamashita Park

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