Kathryn Sweeney Poet Free verse

Country

Here I am again,
It’s spring in my little hometown,

And you let me in
To your mama’s dream 
Of a house 
 And somehow....
It felt like home,

Even the lilacs bowed 
In acceptance 
Of our fleeting reunion,

Where you gave me a minute,
Your once blue eyes
Now dark with the weight 
Of broken promises,

A juicy red slice 
Of Jersey memory 
Until it was time for me to go 
And you told me about the graveyard,
And how the ancestors reminded you 
In your stab at sleep
Of who they were,

Gun slinging girl chasing whiskey loving 
Rogues,

And your thick country boy arms
Held my waist,
Tight as midnight....
Even the maple tree heard you whisper 
Soft as the river,
That I asked for way too much.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment