The tree still stands
Where he kissed May
Mitewing that summer.

Dead now or dying the
Tree, but stands like a
Landmark to that kiss

And time and all that
Followed. What had
Happened to May after

That summer he couldn’t
Say, she went east with her
Parents, her old man some

Big Wheel in the business
Circus of things, and she
Tainted by what they did

After the kiss, the hay barn
**** and she panicking
She’d missed a flood, but

It all came well after a few
Days later and he having
Sweated that out in his

Room, felt relief come like
******* *****. He looks
At the tree now, remembering

Where once green leaves were,
Broken fingers and arms of
Branches are. He places his

Hand on the bark, senses
Where her tight *** was
Pressed and how the lips met

And he putting his hand on
Her waist, loving her young
Girl tongue taste. He has no

Idea where May is now or
If she lives or is dead or if
She remembers him and

The tree and kiss or hay
Barn romp, just touching
The tree, feeling the rough

Bark and wood, brings it
All back, all memory now,
Where they’d once stood.