Days burst with time.
Leaves aflame with color.
We trudged through neat piles
toward grownup-hood.
We had all that we wanted.
Youth untouched by earthquakes and aftershocks,
we found shelter from the autumn chill
playing touch football with neighbors.
Unaware we wanted for nothing.
This morning an oil painting beckons—
a gazebo strewn with wispy vines and
landscape of pink blossoms—
draws me to dream, backward and forward.
We want all that we had.
About Amy Barone
Amy Barone’s latest poetry collection, We Became Summer, from New York Quarterly Books, was released in early 2018. She wrote chapbooks Kamikaze Dance (Finishing Line Press) and Views from the Driveway (Foothills Publishing.) Barone’s poetry appears in Café Review, Paterson Literary Review, Sensitive Skin, and Standpoint (UK.) She lives in New York City. Twitter: AmyBBarone
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a lovely poem, very best to all of Amy Barone’s poetic endeavors!