and darkness comes after noon
leaves turn yellow
and disappear from the room
Isn't it just like the light
playing hide and seek
like two children running wild
their eyes shining bright
Oh and look at our hands
entwined and clean
like the thoughts in my mind
playing together in a band
Whoa and the harmonica plays
to our ears spinning the tires
of old Schwinn bikes
all the way to the lake
Sitting here not at all stranded
tossing rocks in the water
just like the daylight
yeah the daylight demands it
Yes and your red hair in my mind
intertwined
with the sounds of Bobby Dylan
photos of flowers and stop signs
The nights are getting cold
and the best are the clear ones
those memories remain
and never get old
Lately Kate has been busy
with tricks for the old folks
and treats for the kids
the front porch a scarecrow
Straw legs and no hands
photographs of places
mindful of seasons changing
and changing plans
Shutter speeds
apertures open up
feeding the light
through the trees
Deny it
turn the calendar page
walk in the breeze
hold hands with me
Tattooed and lit up
like the forest fires
of my brain
photographs of memories are all that remain
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