Monday, May 9, 2016

Stephen Lewandowski: New Poem

 MY OLD HEART


Rocky highlands
south of here
are full of deer.
When roused at dusk
by a walker
they flee away
white tails held erect.
Long after their bodies
fade into the brush
you can follow
the flash & flare
of their tails
bounding away.

A woman who lives alone
high in sun rise and set
beside the highlands’
shady gullies and glens
can be chased but
will not be caught.
You would be a fool
to pursue her.

           ---Stephen Lewandowski






2 comments:

  1. Ah, but it is good to be foolish sometimes.

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