In the summer of our lives
When eternity stretched
Before us like a lazy cat
And fall stayed hidden
In the dark corners
Of bureau drawers
Housewives were just something
Our mothers became ...
Never those of us who played ball
Spent months perfecting our pitch
Felt the sting in the palm of a well-worn glove
Choosing to remain ignorant
For as long as possible
Subtracting years ahead
From the now of it
We spurned the future
Chewed the rind of a bitter lemon
S.E.Ingraham©
