In the Gazebo

IN THE GAZEBO Pansies nasturtiums lilacs May or June That mixed aroma in the breeze And the great sky-flower There is an elegant white pavilion distant With spruce and willow trees So perfectly placed The grass like a meadow all surround Why? Why can those why did those tender three words anger? Perhaps not anger But ruin There was laughter Eye-to-eye glances An other sort of love now in retrospect The sort once realized might harden a wooden seat Why? Why do shoulders stiffen Even now At the mere sound? Something was misread Some aroma Some feminine touch Some sound carried on the breeze Alas now to be alone in this summer house To realize A certain part of me was alone on that May or June day The heart of me