…a dalliance with diction inspired by a summer fling with central park:

 

 

meet me at willowdell

past statues and smiles

we’ll walk amongst poets

trading wonder for words…

lose me in the rambles

falling leaves and secret corners

long before you know it

sinking sunsets, singing birds.


catch me in the meadow

stolen glimpses long to taste

spaces vast, faces passed

lips that taste of summer sweet…

find me skipping puddles

grass and gravel share a sigh

lingered stare, golden hair

walks that trade your wings for feet.

 — underground thoughts, 7.19.17 2:43pm

s.e.