NaPM April 18, 2018

[just mercedes]

I must have missed


I must have missed the sign that tells the trees
to stop the sweet sap flowing - now it’s time
to stem the dancing shimmer of the leaves.

We played together; flirting with the breeze,
we moved as one, seductive love in mime.
I must have missed the sign that tells. The trees,

bereft of decoration, knobbly knees
and splint’ry elbows showing, wait in line
without the dancing quiver of their leaves

and naked, patient, wait for winter’s freeze.
Where are you now? I called with my last dime.
I must have missed. The sign that tells the trees

the dance is over? Summer lover flees
and can’t be reached. Now I must pour out lines
without electric quivering of leaves,

all bony knees and elbows. Spiders weave
where once we formed a couplet’s perfect rhyme.
I must have missed the sign that tells the leaves
to stop their thoughtless beauty in the trees.



I'ma get back to this one