When I get drunk on sunshine,
When the day is crawling towards dusk, I often think of you.
You are the lingering sunburn.
You are the warm place matted down in the grass.
You are the afterglow of a perfect day…
The sand residue in the sandals,
The lingering scent of a campfire in our sweaters.
Twenty years have gone-and your shadow is still lingering in the fall sun.


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