Rendezvous in 1992

Poem

Brandon Elliott
Repetition, indescribable.
A fate that seemed too likely
under a hot summer sun,
that melted fingers to the
inside of their ripped denim pockets.

Creeping, falling.
The return of a small
tree that was ruined,
ended with the sweeping
blades of a lawn mower.

Smoke, revelation.
We hold hands tightly
but sweat builds,
and we switch hands
praying for peace.

Silence, anxiety.
A leaf falls and
the breeze whistles,
a tear falling with
the summer of
1992.

Published by Brandon Elliott

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  • T. Hillukka6/21/2009

    Great job on this poem!

  • Geannie M. Bastian6/21/2009

    Good to see some new work from you! Well done.

  • Thomas Lane6/20/2009

    It's good to see you're not only back, but now writing. Keep on trucking!

  • Sunshine6/19/2009

    Happy to see you back. Thanks for the poem.

  • R. Elizabeth C. Kitchen (Rose)6/18/2009

    Nicely Written :) Welcome back!

  • L.L. Woodard6/18/2009

    Enjoyed this a great deal; thank you for sharing.

  • Justice Lives Not6/18/2009

    Oh, this is AWESOME, dude! WELCOME BACK!!!

  • Katie Sharp6/18/2009

    Welcome back, kiddo!

  • Jennifer Wagner6/18/2009

    Well.....look who's back!!!!

  • Donald Pennington6/18/2009

    Sprited and sorta bittersweet. Thank you.

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