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That first summer was one of horse dust Apricots rotting on the orchard floor Branches bowed with black birds And a cool afternoon breeze That sometimes smelled like the ocean   Then came school and all those new kids A long ride down str...

That first summer was one of horse dust

Apricots rotting on the orchard floor

Branches bowed with black birds

And a cool afternoon breeze

That sometimes smelled like the ocean

 

Then came school and all those new kids

A long ride down streets with

Strange names like Robelita, Magdalena

Lined with oak and eucalyptus trees

That shimmered in the morning sun

 

That first day we raced across the field

Touched the fence then ran back again

You beating me to the door like now

How we race toward an angel’s pocket

With shoes neither of us is comfortable wearing…

 

I saw a photo of you last night--

A daughter and son at your side--

You were dressed in a suit one wears

For eternity and I remembered that day we ran

With the dust rising like small horses

 

Racing through an orchard of missed dreams

Red tipped black birds laughing as we flew by

All drunk from the fruit they ate off the ground

While a gray fog rolled over the hillside

On its slow march from the deep cold ocean

 

Rex D Stock

July 2015

 

 

 

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