pool boy
framable, usable postcard-sized 5” x 7” print w/ optional float frame.
printed on premium stock
matte finish
behind the words:
they were having a bit of deja vu — benny and carol — sitting and sinking and treading through all that blue. they were housesitting the neighbor’s house and ended up in the pool. too much tequila took them there. it took them back. both of them closed their eyes and as they held hands — now wrinkled and veiny and old — it was as if their memories met in the center, collided in union to watch the past unfold.
both she and he daydreamed about that hot, summer day on Maui. the warmth of sand. butterflies in even their toes. shaking hands when they met as if they were testing each other on for fit. to live a whole lifetime together but only in one week would have been their greatest tragedy. after the week was up, their happenstance love would drift two ways. one flew east. one flew west.
they would write, sure. but the letters, after a year, wouldn’t last through their youth. both found longer loves, had children and that was that.
thirty-four years would pass and so would their respective husband and wife. both solemn and saddened and so drawn to the beach. one was on vacation walking the island from the south. the other called this beach home and strolled her daily walk from the north. soon but suddenly and just like magic again their eyes would meet.
this time, their hair wasn’t dirty or blonde, it was pure and all white. and, this time they wouldn’t risk losing love that was truer than true. the man and the woman, a little wiser this time, shook hands and made a promise that each other, like water in a pail, they would keep. within two days, they’d moved in together. it was deja vu. it was blue. it was the same thing but better. it was deep.
framable, usable postcard-sized 5” x 7” print w/ optional float frame.
printed on premium stock
matte finish
behind the words:
they were having a bit of deja vu — benny and carol — sitting and sinking and treading through all that blue. they were housesitting the neighbor’s house and ended up in the pool. too much tequila took them there. it took them back. both of them closed their eyes and as they held hands — now wrinkled and veiny and old — it was as if their memories met in the center, collided in union to watch the past unfold.
both she and he daydreamed about that hot, summer day on Maui. the warmth of sand. butterflies in even their toes. shaking hands when they met as if they were testing each other on for fit. to live a whole lifetime together but only in one week would have been their greatest tragedy. after the week was up, their happenstance love would drift two ways. one flew east. one flew west.
they would write, sure. but the letters, after a year, wouldn’t last through their youth. both found longer loves, had children and that was that.
thirty-four years would pass and so would their respective husband and wife. both solemn and saddened and so drawn to the beach. one was on vacation walking the island from the south. the other called this beach home and strolled her daily walk from the north. soon but suddenly and just like magic again their eyes would meet.
this time, their hair wasn’t dirty or blonde, it was pure and all white. and, this time they wouldn’t risk losing love that was truer than true. the man and the woman, a little wiser this time, shook hands and made a promise that each other, like water in a pail, they would keep. within two days, they’d moved in together. it was deja vu. it was blue. it was the same thing but better. it was deep.
framable, usable postcard-sized 5” x 7” print w/ optional float frame.
printed on premium stock
matte finish
behind the words:
they were having a bit of deja vu — benny and carol — sitting and sinking and treading through all that blue. they were housesitting the neighbor’s house and ended up in the pool. too much tequila took them there. it took them back. both of them closed their eyes and as they held hands — now wrinkled and veiny and old — it was as if their memories met in the center, collided in union to watch the past unfold.
both she and he daydreamed about that hot, summer day on Maui. the warmth of sand. butterflies in even their toes. shaking hands when they met as if they were testing each other on for fit. to live a whole lifetime together but only in one week would have been their greatest tragedy. after the week was up, their happenstance love would drift two ways. one flew east. one flew west.
they would write, sure. but the letters, after a year, wouldn’t last through their youth. both found longer loves, had children and that was that.
thirty-four years would pass and so would their respective husband and wife. both solemn and saddened and so drawn to the beach. one was on vacation walking the island from the south. the other called this beach home and strolled her daily walk from the north. soon but suddenly and just like magic again their eyes would meet.
this time, their hair wasn’t dirty or blonde, it was pure and all white. and, this time they wouldn’t risk losing love that was truer than true. the man and the woman, a little wiser this time, shook hands and made a promise that each other, like water in a pail, they would keep. within two days, they’d moved in together. it was deja vu. it was blue. it was the same thing but better. it was deep.