The week went slow, the year flew by
from the end of June back to last July,
when I lost my cool, swimming underneath
every heavy thing in oppressive heat, saying,
“Keepin’ bright bright bright.”
Winding back a double-decade past,
to the afternoons when I knew you last,
me without my shoes, you without your shirt,
river-walking tough, like the stones don’t hurt, singing,
“Keepin’ bright bright bright.”
And that day stretches out to the edge of night,
then it turns about, now we’re losing light,
we can see in the dark with our sunset sight,
we delay the dusk, keepin’ bright, bright, bright.
