Amsterdam Diary – Day 3, Part 1 – Conversation

Amst Tree Big Fixed

A walk in the park
this sunbathed afternoon
stopping to rest at a respectful distance
from these youths.
How I would love
to be amongst
be one of them again
except without the inconvenience that attends
those years
I’ve no desire to face the storms of of early times again.

But ah, to join them
this sweet moment
bird of youth
so swiftly flown
into a labyrinth of memories.

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About Bruce Louis Dodson

Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat now living in Borlänge, Sweden with his wife, cat and dog. He is an artist and world traveler who writes fiction and poetry and practices photography in his less than copious free time. His work has appeared in: Barely South Review - Boundaries Issue, Blue Collar Review, Pulsar Poetry (UK), Foliate Oak, Breadline Press West Coast Anthology . The E-buffet, Qarrtsiluni, Struggle Magazine, Pearl Literary Magazine, Contemporary Literature Review: India, 3rd Wednesday, Sleeping Cat Books - Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Authors Abroad - Foreign & and Far Away Anthology, The Path, Page & Spine, The Crucible, Sleeping Cat Books -Trips of a Lifetime, Vine Leaves, Pirene's Fountain,Tic Toc Anthology - Kind of a Hurricane Press, Cordite Poetry Review, Buffalo Almanac and mgv2.
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9 Responses to Amsterdam Diary – Day 3, Part 1 – Conversation

  1. authorjim says:

    Ah, yes, to join them. but, even if you could camouflage you age and appearance, you would very quickly discover that, disregarding your physical changes, you have changed mentally in so many subtle ways that the charm of youth would no longer seem charming. Those times make fine and pleasant memories but it is a place where we no longer fit.

  2. Tender and nostalgic, Bruce, but not maudlin or self-indulgent. Hope all is going well.

  3. Inside I’m still 19, the rest of me says you’re 63. I try to ignore it. Whenever I see a display for the military or police I wander over and chat. I see myself at that age. They see an old duffer trying to relive something he can’t.

  4. without the inconvenience that attends those years…me too. A young woman suddenly appeared and began helping me unload my grocery cart. Shook me to the core.

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