When Summer Mornings Lasted Forever

Remember when we were young?
Little boys, getting up with the sun
Summer mornings lasted forever
Much longer than now

Everything was fresh, alive back then
Even through the bitter factory smoke
the air was sweet, exhilarating
Some days, intoxicating

It took less to be happy back then
On those warm summer mornings, inching
through our lives, like
the cold slimy slugs crawling across the sidewalk

You didn’t worry about dying back then
You had too much to live for
Besides, nighttime was so far away
on those warm summer mornings lasting forever

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: http://www.donaldiannone.com Wisdom Work Press: https://wisdomworkpress.wordpress.com

6 thoughts on “When Summer Mornings Lasted Forever

  1. too bad perception changes with age… wonderful.

    and just did some catching up… your photos are quite spectacular 🙂

  2. Aurora: Thanks. Yes indeed. And, everything in life is temporal, momentary, and forever fugative. Take care.

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