Return To America

Lit by the distant sun 
in a backyard beer-garden 
overlooking the meadow
my swimming brain spins out
through adventures of the past
forgotten journeys 
by coach, by plane
through unfamiliar landscapes
to the desert 
in California

We rode the Greyhound 
between the sun-drenched cities
your head lay on my lap
and when we could tear 
our eyes from one-another
we'd watch the world pass by
in technicolour, all new

We stayed on Sunset Boulevard
you lay naked on the hotel bed
while I stared hard at maps 
and planned
before turning my gaze to you
we ran down Long Beach
never questioning our love

So, this evening I wonder 
if you will ever 
return to America
will you share those moments
with someone new
can he afford to hire a car
so you don't have to 
ride the Greyhound
stare out of the window
laughing at the wind farm...


(2006 - when everything was new)

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Tom

Wed 19th Jun 2019 21:32

Thank you for the comments 😃 I remember this feeling well.

jennifer Malden

Mon 17th Jun 2019 13:45

Nice! Agree with Martin about the line 'my swimming brain spins out'.
Very evocative of youth and regrets.

Jennifer

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 17th Jun 2019 12:26

Finely spun, evocative words. Good poetry is always a pleasure to share, whether writer or reader. Your 'subject' is universal, and so clearly captured with simplicity, whether from your direct experience or imagination.

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Devon Brock

Mon 17th Jun 2019 11:00

Long runs on the Greyhound. I feel your pain. Excellent work.

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Martin Elder

Mon 17th Jun 2019 10:29

A lovely poem of good memories. love the line
'my swimming brain spins out'

Nice one

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