A Morning at Fred Howard Park – From the Archive

Fred Howard Park – Tarpon Springs, Florida

Let me sit here for awhile I thought
contemplating the morning sea
the cloudless sky, the sandy shore
all lovely, bathed in light.

I really did see it all for a moment;
now, eyes shaded, I am pretending;
daydreaming of Summers when young;
memories filled with the sensuality of the shore

for she had walked by, a body electric
tall, a perfectly turned ankle
worthy in itself of worship
limbs formed by the Gods
a sculptor’s deft touch to hip and breast.

I watch the waves rise
as ilifted by her fingertips
desire structuring the water
a world created in an instant

and in a moment collapsing
annulling a world
created and destroyed
without end.


About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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4 Responses to A Morning at Fred Howard Park – From the Archive

  1. beetleypete says:

    One of those ‘moments’…
    (I looked up Fred Howard Park. Not like any parks around here. 🙂 )
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

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