The Far End of Summer

We arrive at the far end of summer.

Did we find the time to walk with our loves young and old?  Paths that wander to rolling surf.  Small feet anxious to step.  Fun awaiting.  

Did we feast on fresh catch from Larsens?  Sun dropping over Menemsha.  Boy strumming his guitar on the rock.  Fire and Rain.  (yes, it's James).  

Did we have a moment to lay on the cushion near the open window?  In the nightfall, just listen.  Watch sheers drift in the humid breeze.

Did we peddle a bike down the vibrating dirt road?  The one that makes feet fall off pedals and leads to warm zucchini bread at Morning Glory Farm.  Must get there before two.  *remember next time*  Ride back with a basket of strawberries and ears of corn.  *happy*

Did we wander the halls of the Ag Fair to marvel at the young boy's wood wagon, guernsey calves and vinegar fries?  A girl whooping, "I'mmmmm okay.  I'mmmmm okay."  Salt & Pepper ride.

Did we see the man helping the elderly couple change a tire?  We need to turn left.  Oh, thank you kind person in the white Jeep with the Yankees baseball hat.

Where did the time go?  It was here just a short while ago.  

Did we leave something behind?  They say it's an excuse to return.

I think I left my heart.

Must return, again.

We will.

photo:  Jessie