Standing here today, clawing at the shrinking flesh
Of a long lost wildflower summer, I'm thirsting
For the blood that once engorged my youthful veins
With lustfull play and innocent pleasure...
Then I slip into the warm waters, and I remember
As we, in skinned kneed, short pant long summers
Stampede with laceless, unbranded, sole worn feet
And cut untrampled virgin bracken paths
In youthful haste, drawn towards the crusted
Red clay launch of fearless fools
As the dive dared depths of Jacob's silent
Trout ringed pool sprawled deep as a dark temptress
In cool uruffled sheets of silk unfathomed dreams beneath us.
That's what remains of that one summer, recaptured.
In Jacob's lodge today I saw, mirrored there,
My own contented, grey tinged, cloudless sky, and
As I walk homeward bound through now familiar well worn paths, I turn and see a ripple
As a long lost temptress smiles back at me, and winks with deep pool eyes.
