September 23
The webs, the dew, the sun!
Countless sparkling jewels.
Such a sight, though
I had see it many times
before we moved to town, yet
there it was again
on hwy 2 halfway to Carnation
demanding my attention. Still
I remained safely in my car
obediently between the lines.
A soft gasp, a sweet aching
a tender longing,
the moment flashed like a lifetime
and I drove on.
Twenty years ago it was not
fir trees by the highway
it was scotchbroom
along a rural road.
Today I am driving to see
a little freckled boy
and a smaller girl who meows
and purrs like a cat.
Back then I could stop the car
and tramp through the wet grass
with their mother and her brothers.
We could draw our faces close
and together
we could marvel at
the grace, the shimmer, the design.
Just one heartbeat of regret,
--by the time I reach them
the sun will have burned
away the dew.
But their mother must make
her own revelries
and beauty will not be lost to them.
Leeann Andrade-Kelley
September 23, 2002
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