Poem By Glenn Bagshaw
The wide world swerved around and then yelled 'now! '
So I loved you as stilted sun's reply
sang high as spring flings birds or rain would know
to tap aware dear hearts below the sky
(with touch of rainbow's ring of sky) . No fear
of sweeter summer ever. Blooms never
let set, but, rather met dusk. Joy was us. Clear
as air's gems render starred light forever.
So it appears, say, when school proms thrive.
Soon shared schemes fade, so adolescent thin.
One day the dream of 'One' dies. Two survive
as some rock split. Loss cinders us within.
Hardens Eden's knocking stones, rock garden blight.
Scrawl sand, 'good day! ' Chisel granite: 'good night! '