Carousels and seashells
We've outgrown these
My dear.
Rain drops pattering on the screen
Driving by funfairs and gleeful screams -
We carefully calculate our next meal.
Moments of carefree creativity
Have now become a rarity.
Shingles and soft sand
Between our toes -
Memories in our bones.
Indie tunes seep through the thicket
Fluid with the frantic chirping of crickets.
It's beautiful the way it is
You and I -
Creating new memories.
