Julian Scutts Poet Free verse

I Saw Her Once More

I SAW HER ONCE MORE

 

I saw her, a little girl framed as by a wreath
Of foliage at the neighbour's fence,
When I later visited Aunt Rose
She and hers were gone.


I saw her once more beneath a palm.
Too young to wear a veil,
she had a face with beauty to inspire
verses by Byron or Shakespeare.

 
I saw her once more amid a field of corn,
framed by an Amish bonnet.
To my question on her faith,
She confessed to one true God.
I thanked her for her answer,
and drove off.

 
I saw her again in a downtown store
dressed immaculately in white.
She caught my eye and smiled
a moment too long.
Her supervisor coughed.


I shall see her again, I imagine,
when she smiles a sweet adieu
handing a scalpel to a surgeon
during an operation that could fail.

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