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When 'Forever' Really Felt Like It
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Jana Kalina


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When I was a kid,
I didn’t know when summer was —
didn’t know that solstice
was the beginning of its end;
 
hours of daylight
in which to play
filled the cares of our lives,
 
folded over each other
like soft ice cream overflowing
its cone. Mouthwatering
 
anticipation conditioned by the truck’s
tinkling sounds — a music box on wheels
that could be heard
winding its way through the neighbourhood,
 
approaching slowly like adulthood
— a tantalizing promise
much sweeter from afar.
 
Such creamy-white coolness,
still refreshing —
but richer now
for the memories of days
when calendars
were just pretty pictures —
not a measure
of the seconds of our lives
 
© by Jana Kalina.
Used with the author’s permission.

 

 

Jana Kalina lives with her husband on Vancouver Island. During her lifetime, she has lived extensively on three of the planet's seven continents and, today, her pursuits can be distilled down to three things: Buddhism, bonsai cultivation and, of course, poetry--especially haiku.

 


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Wilda Morris:
Well put! A wonderful poem.
Posted 06/20/2012 07:01 AM
mimi:
so, so true...and beautiful... Sharon Auberle
Posted 06/20/2012 05:28 AM


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