So much has changed
I am a woman now:
Your old friend has disappeared.
See him in the asylum where
     he hid from us all:
    The old school.
Meet me as the sun moves
     Behind the trees
     There are the rushes
    -where the dog-fox played-
     Moving into shadow
You were there, knitting us
    Leggings and I had none.
Of that, there is more to say.

You drifted out of sight
Not lost, unfound
Why not, she said, why?
I’ll look for you, she said.

My womanhood precludes you
Not excludes, yet there
You go, winding a way
Through the trees, lost
To my vision – Lo! The figure
Sitting at the table smiles
Only my imagination fired.

Jan ‘17
BOTY

I was so in love with her
-there was never a close second
Nor my wife did as well
Who abandoned me at my lowest.

Deserved as the iron in heat.

Never she that always holds
My heart, fools enterprise it is.        
She, that is stronger, gentle as wind.

Every day from blink to blank
Perfect light every decision right
And the moments with her
Near or far devoted every hour
Make her laugh bring romance
Never satisfy the beast so at ease.

November ‘16