Posted by Jonathan - Friday August 15, 2008
Actually the Men’s Swimming Relay was pretty hard to beat.

- I could not wait
- but now you are here
- I feel the weight of time
- pushing me down into
- the wine press of life,
- Squishing and drowning my vanities,
- but churning hopes, wishes, fondness
- and tamping them down
- into the one pure thing:
- LOVE.
- For you and your mother
- are now singular
- and wholly required
- for my existence.
- Exquisite souls, you
- dance among the
- grapes of vitality
- pouring your vintage
- of delicious delight
- as I sit, mostly a silt
- watching you both glide
- over stones
- as they were nothing
- more than dust
- under your heels.