for yvon and mireille 




the endless summer

 

colin called   just to be cute

from winslow arizona   the song

does come to mind   he's on his way 

to provo   to visit a friend   then home  

 

he'll be home late sunday  

i say home   i mean his home   and by his home

i mean his grandfather's home

 

he has no more home than i   which sounds dramatic  

there is no center   we lay our heads down

on the pillows at hand   and that   i suppose   is home

 

he called   i'm thinking about him   that's all

and someone further away   i wish she would call

and we could start over   oh   i don't mean that

it's just this summer   there's no end to it   too long a virgin





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Written on 2016-08-28 at 09:07

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Time passes slowly when we are missing people important in our lives, waiting for them and more. I forget it's summer when we are in our Equatorian winter, waiting for summer to begin, and everyone to come back here. The entire last stanza of this poem is very puzzling.:

"he called i'm thinking about him that's all
and someone further away i wish she would call
and we could start over oh i don't mean that
it's just this summer there's no end to it too long a vs irgin"

It's telling something that is much more than the words say.
Ashe
2016-08-30