Poems by John Pilkey |
Antonio Canova. Cupid and Psyche (1802) How streamlined you and I could once have been If we left our shoes all summer long And circulated every sort of scene In pleasantness too breezy to go wrong From morning mood to after dinner song. But now this hope is verging on the real And air allows us freedom of the heel When we were young our parents gave us lawn To know the air when fireflies were in spark About the time our eyes began to yawn And I would sense your presence in the dark Through kinship of the sole in grassy mark. But now this hope is verging on the real And air allows us freedom of the heel. Sometimes we sought for nozzles of wet water And washed the sticking grass from running rims Until the trickling coolness made me flatter The flashes of your beauty into hymns Because it shocked perception nothing dims. But now this hope is verging on the real And air allows us freedom of the heel. And what I voted for was seeing you More clearly than before beside a porch To watch if you were really coming true Within a illumination like a torch Reserved for intervals of search. But now this hope is verging on the real And air allows us freedom of the heel. John Davis Pilkey |
Air |
