SPACE OF TIME

The sere of August has laid down

a ponderous weight. The sedge has withered

from the lake and the tall horses in the pasture

down the road gather under a wilted copse.

The air is thick enough to shimmer the 

image in the hot morning sun.

A quarter mile away a few pools of 

shallow water gather in the rocky bottom of 

Carters Creek, while the herd weighs 

the difference between the fire on their backs

and the distance to a few cool swallows

so far away.

Their lust for speed and open land,

like the desire that burned my youth

has cooked away in the space of this time.

At our best, we would go anywhere

we wanted to dance with a light-footed 

girl until she made sweet moan,

and laugh in the wild eye

of La Belle Dame Sans Merci.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Oh those moments of youth; staying up all night to feel the embrace of a lover or simply be near them.

I loved the scenery you painted with the horses in this poem. It was beautiful and almost serene for me to read it.

[Tumi]

a beautiful poem to write
love the diction

[Vol]

I'm glad you enjoyed it.