A Wish Now On Loan

Making love to your memory, I watched her walk past Blonde, eighteen and tan, and this decade my last A memory comes back, as new feelings release Of a field in September, when our hearts were at peace And I thought of you fondly, as I watched her go by I held the thought warmly, and tried not to cry Turning my head now to follow, she passed to my left My joint pain now hollow, old passions bereft But this memory won’t leave me, as that summer you did These thoughts now my own, where you once did forbid And as she steps through the doorway, a fantasy unknown I make love to her memory, —with a wish now on loan (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)