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March
by Leonard M HawkesYet another March,
And again we will wander in the dark
Down Watery Lane to “take coup”
On old Bloom—
The Air will be wet and tense
With impending storm;
Nervously the wind will whip
The cottonwoods along Box Elder Creek;
The rising water will sing of the snow melt
On Black Pine, in Devil’s Gate--south of Mantua,
And I will be with you:
Lost again in the oldest of forbidden loves,
And wondering still (after so many, many years)
If or what it ever may have meant
To you.
05/30/2013 Author's Note: ". . . still memory to a gray haired man . . ."
Posted on 05/30/2013
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 05/22/14 at 05:14 PM the exactness of the places, the sense of place as feeling in this poem are so effective against the pang of the memory.... |
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