Cyndi K. Gacosta

Freshman - 940 Points (San Diego, CA)

Old Memories - Poem by Cyndi K. Gacosta

Memories fill the space
between wake and sleep,
tenderly stroking
our sunburnt faces,
and we press our cheeks
against the sandy beach
into another half dream
where we collect things
that take shape of an arrowhead,
or marbles of a crystallized nebula,
then atop the feather-grass knoll
we sit cross-legged hearing the thunder,
or the sound shot from a pistol
that tapers off into the sea side bay,
and in the night, so dead and sullen,
we sit on the curb in the dull dead suburbs,
and together we hum this Sunday's proverb.

Topic(s) of this poem: memories

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 7, 2014

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