Black and White Memory

Summer's Colored Fire

-an original poem by Drew Willis.

 

If one plus one yields two, why do I keep counting three?

Sheep after sheep tripping over the fences in my sleep,

I lay awake, silent. I am the trickle beneath a frozen stream,

My mind never stagnant behind night's closed seams.

Winter's black and white contrasts to summer's colored fire,

The bonny tartan of the year's otherwise stale attire.

Aye, wi' Burn's dine in ryke whatfor no howk thir pack cants?

What is man without his tales?

Carbon, chemicals, and chance.

But back and forth the seasons lend their time to me;

Each day playing over, start to finish, as if on TV.

Done