Dreams Before The Growing Season Of Grass
by pd Lyons
Not early enough
The day already begun
Anyone with any place to be
Already there or else so late not worth fretting about.
Brand new bus half empty
At least two hours to go.
No ghosts dance over the river.
No diamonds tip the foliage.
From dark shapes emerge;
A girl you used to know
Leads a horse you used to own
Liver chestnut
White star snip
Bucks rears dares
Once your brown hands could do anything:
Melt the mouths of untried horses,
Finalize another divorce,
Set fence posts well bellow the frost line.
Pull sunglasses from a girl,
Hold her slight surprise,
To kiss and kiss and kiss
As if there would never ever be anything else to ever do again.