Effects of Time

Sweet fresh breathes
of clear light spring air
drawn early morning
damp dew cool fresh
tickles toes soaking Keds
running in morning fields,
wandering midday woods
climbing evening dusky trees
reaching for fading blue sky
unexplored and mysterious.
and one day Ked’s don’t fit
dirty, ragged and time worn
cast off and nearly forgotten
as spring turns to August
with oppressive heavy air
and with the jaded beat of time
there is no time to explore
no running in morning fields,
wandering midday woods,
or climbing evening trees
because fields, woods, tree
don’t fit and are no longer
huge, new or a mystery