Submitted by Neil McKay on August 27, 2013
Sun holds court longer
Than expected. Night waits for
Opportunity.
When the sun decides
To take his leave, the darkness
Is already there.
Dark environment
The sun is an visitor
Always first to leave.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 24, 2013
the boy in his father’s suit
tries to keep everything up
soon on to new excitements
the suit left puddled on the floor
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 19, 2013
It was dusk,
A bird settles,
On the black wire,
Watches the sunset.
I perch on my deck,
Await the first star.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 16, 2013
Along the early morning empty beach,
Memory’s museum rises from the fog,
My mother’s slim silhouette in the one piece
Swim suit, overseen by an arc of straw hat.
My tan boy’s body dashes into the waves
On surf bound Horseneck Beach,
Always part of the annual vacation
With Aunt Charlotte, among Fairhaven’s
Fireplace red brick walks, carefully laid
By diligent immigrant hands below
Elegant elm trees blessing the day,
And me with my brownie camera.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on August 13, 2013
On the Kennedy Center's stage
A ballet from the endless war
Stumbles gracefully in Parisian
Nights where no light’s seen
In raucous celebrants’ eyes
Trapped in impotent irony
Even the lithe matador falls
Still loved by the picadors
As Hemingway’s sun rises
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