Afternoon light, 2 o’clock

A sun-blessed street dance:
Whirling antics, figure eights.

Wafting years have fled, leaving
Recognition, nostalgia, dreams.

Glance youth’s free-lit days:
Laughter beats back night
Bears boundless hours where

We forgot tomorrow
Yearned tomorrow
Begged for more
Wished it would end.

Until crossing life’s meridian
We espy forgotten yesterdays.
Guests to life’s new continents:
Spin on, on, on.