Monday, May 02, 2016

Echo: when next we meet

Next time we meet,
let’s keep our clothes on.

The nights grow longer and colder and
we only have a few hours.

Last time we met,
we stripped our clothes off.

My muscles cramped and ached and
my lungs burned, though
we only stayed under a few seconds.
So

next time we meet,
let’s take our shoes off.
Let’s lie in the sun on the rocks by the stream.
Let’s dip our toes in.
Let’s dream.

The summer passes and fades in
shrinking days, and
will soon be over.
So

next time we meet,
let’s keep our clothes on.



About this piece

This piece is a response to a writing prompt by Mike Essig on Medium. His call was the first two lines of a poem by Diane Wakoski; this is my echo. See more of my words at https://medium.com/@tamyka…and right here.
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