in summer's long, golden light
everyone's a blonde
children
laughrunplayshout
chlorine mist hangs
still in the air
the bouquet of youth
when you look into the fading sun
shadows stretch impossibly long, and
Nostalgia comes calling
these are the days you will remember
she says
open your eyes and
drink your fill
now, while you can
for Today's warm light will fade with winter's chill,
sure as day
turns
to night
but not today, she says,
when the lifeguard stands
sentinel of vibrant Youth
armored in zinc oxide, mirrored sunglasses and
skin of glowing bronze
No, today he is the Blue-Eyed Boy
with Mr. Death nowhere to be found