88 mph

Wouldn’t it be grand?

If we could just go back?

Take a day trip

By means of time machine

To the churning galaxy of our past

What does one even pack?

For a transtemporal class

Peter Pan-Am flight

88 mph

Second star from the right

Destination: Ourselves, way back then 

When we were giddy with solidarity

The sky alight with starry sincerity

In a preternatural Neverland

Pre-war protagonists incessantly necking

In front of the lost boys

On our own private island of misfit toys

A time when our piñata hearts

Had yet to be broken apart

Still brimming with technicolor confetti

And unsullied salt water candy

The resemblance is almost uncanny

But oh!

Imagine the bewilderment

In their widened eyes

As themselves arrive

When we materialize on the tarmac

Imagine the realization

Of the eventual to ‘hell and back’

Finding out they’ll someday

Suffer through all of that

And yet… surprise!

Their love — Our love

It still survived

//

a. duncan, 2019

 

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

8 thoughts on “88 mph

    1. There you are Rob. My minstrel in shining armor! Thank you! I had a feeling you’d gravitate to this. You liked the last one I semi-wrote about “fate”… seems to be a theme that you are and I have a fetish – I mean – a preference for. 😉

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  1. Love this time travelling journey of the self – imagine our surprise when we meet ourselves and realise… that love endured time and the fragility of our piñata hearts. Don’t you wish sometimes that you could go and have a little whisper in your former self’s ear, hold her hand…

    Love it 💜🎀

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