july

I remember
when our lives used to pass us
by in summers

and now it seems like days

there’s hardly time
or place
enough
to breathe

much less run

barefoot
through grass
and long stemmed grain
like we used to

when Nebraska was home
instead of a metaphor
for wasting time

I remember when her face
used to be young
and smooth

and her laughter full and
drunk

and when that used to be me.

july

Beaufield Berry

Joined December 2007

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