A walk
In the woods
Commemorates
Nothing said
Some pine straw
In her hair
A modest bliss.
“Were we ever young?”
Back at his Buick
In dodder course, scuffing
Or sidestepping used rubbers
In disgust
He stows away his cane
And leaves.
Woodstock II
A walk
In the woods
Commemorates
Nothing said
Some pine straw
In her hair
A modest bliss.
“Were we ever young?”
Back at his Buick
In dodder course, scuffing
Or sidestepping used rubbers
In disgust
He stows away his cane
And leaves.
