Bob Marley Summer

I remember it all, 

In fragments filled with filters of longing, and longing.

Dusty sunny days, 

Hours spent on grass, on grass, in the fields,

Drunk on sun and sweat and flowering desire.

Loosely seduced by Bobs Marley and Dylan.

We walked everywhere,

Moving in pedesis, suspended in liquid light,

Barefoot wandering in the streets

Feet meeting smooth tarmac and skin-wincing stones.

Finding dusty coins and cigarettes, 

And wanting,

All of us, 

To be as free as we never knew we were.