Endless Summer
original watercolor hydrangea, shells still life: 15" x 17"
in the beginning
we all loved the sun
we couldn’t get enough
we were never quite “done”
our faces were bronzed
our hair sun-streaked gold
our innocence reigned
we’d never grow old
but time has a way
a mean streak, I’d say,
of hastening the days
that youth does betray
so now that we’re old
or older, to wit,
we’re gonna wise up
and use sunscreen, just a bit...
BB'22
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