WHEN I THINK OF HER

Bell of listless evenings I wait

For her, of the quiet motions

That settle back into the countryside 

Of peace, & of forgiveness

The wheel gyring in the air

I hear the cicadas call at sunset,

Search for a place of repose 

Walking quickly with a hope

Of better days, to remember

A past self, & to realize I am

The same, in quiet longings 

Evenings that stretch in the

Sun, this life in all its complexities 

I long for freedom, for a lang-

uage that breathes my pain,

In the hours fringed with lilac

I’m attracted to her in the
Springtime of youth, the fullness
Of her words, & her smile

Today the streets are wet

With rain, the cycles

That call from the depths,

& the trees that line

Our paths, I must step

Forth in these trials

That push & pull, for it is freedom

I desire, the lakeside a

Quiet lull in the linnet

Air