Remembering

Alberto Burri pinterest.com

Alberto Burri   pinterest.com

I was just remembering
     your ’53 Chevy coupe
How on hot summer nights
we’d drive out into the fields
     until we found a canal
     with irrigation water
How we’d strip to our shorts
and swim until we were tired
     then lie on the hard bank
     smoking the Marlboros
we bought from the machine
at the bowling alley for 25¢
     Even then we called them
     ‘coffin nails’ and laughed
little worried we’d get hooked
That’s the way bad habits are
     It was the summer some
     kids we knew tied a rope
to the trailer hitch and pulled
each other on some water`skiis
     down a canal behind their truck
     without headlights at midnight
Neither driver nor skier saw
the bridge for the darkness
     And how that was the end
     of summer nights in canals
and even driving through fields
in your old ’53 Chevy coupe
     Funny the things we remember
     Funnier still the things we don’t

“To remember is to open
                      one door
      after another
all along
         the white corridor
to say Yes when asked,
                       Are you anything?” ~ Robin Ekiss, from The Bones of August

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Remembering

  1. John says:

    ’tis the season or time of life, it’s in the air.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ah, yes – brings back memories I’ll never admit to

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Wonderful poem. Your words sent me to a far off place in time that I had never been, but could almost seen through my mind’s-eye.

    Like

  4. love this – made me think about the skinny dipping we used to do as kids on summer evenings

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