Near Donkey Tree--
Hirschi's Swamp,
The eastern fringe,
The White Dead Poplar
To the north--
Mid-field and naked
Souled, we met the God:

Ah, Apollo's
Early seduction:
Golden glistening blades
Slicing through hollows
Of eastern hills,
Penetrating our wanton hearts
In midsummer's ritual;

Lost in morning's
Visionary sacrifice,
Feet bare
On holy ground:
A glorious glittering
Dewy ablution
Transcending Youth.

01/21/2004