always saying goodbye always saying hello
August 17, 2007
with each wave
these last moments
bathe our consciousness
there was nothing else…
(but jobs are waiting)
put the tiny shells
in your pockets
I tell the boys
so the big ones won’t crush them.
two buddies –
they are eleven
never to be eleven again.
the breeze hides my tears.
2003
qazse 
August 17, 2007 at 12:56 am
this is a repost from last summer – thanks for reading.
peace
August 18, 2007 at 1:49 pm
Glad you reposted it. I hadn’t found your excellent blog last summer.
The scientifically impossible I do right away
The spiritually miraculous takes a bit longer
August 18, 2007 at 6:33 pm
thank you ClapSo!
BTW: If only I had a Coca Cola and some Fritos at that moment in time, it would have been so much more poignant… Oh well…
August 20, 2007 at 2:59 am
Evocative, without stating the obvious. ^_^ Great work.
August 20, 2007 at 4:19 am
Thanks for reposting, Q. Great poem, and so bittersweet.
August 20, 2007 at 11:24 am
never to be eleven again indeed. very pleasant and calm. a memory to me.
August 20, 2007 at 11:31 pm
Souless, Howard, and Jak: (sounds like a law firm)
thank you for the encouragement