Shimmying daintily in the distance
Like candy in a sweet shop windowWrapped in pretty gingham ribbonAlways teasingly out of reach
But still exceeding salivating.Summer days are all like that
Full of endless pretty things
To espy, enjoy and covet
From a discrete distance naturally
Behind heavily tinted glasses.Time does not lesson interest
But rather dilutes the potency
Thankfully helping the disconnect
Between thought and deed
Or imagination and reality.
Life soon becomes a gallery
Brimming with wondrous cameos
Precious moving pictures
frame upon flickering frame
Of Kodachrome beyond value.
