A Day In a Town
Evening.
A harbinger,
the breeze is redolent
with petrichor. Soft rain begins.
Across my bucolic demesne, I see
My erstwhile dalliance’s town
Ephemeral it was
But such passion
lives on
That day
A willow tree
Where serendipity
Turned propinquity to romance
The epiphany of our love brought not
Open doors, but a higher fence.
Ancient love eons old
Recalled from my
wheelchair.
Jade eyes
Chocolate skin
Casualty of hate.
Granddaughter rolls me back inside
Efflorescence crunches under the wheels
Her eyes flit to the ebony
Young man down the road
Perhaps times change.
Hope lives.
4/10/16
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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