You Need Not Know
Poem By Sandra Fowler
House corners sing a wind song to the blues.
The air randomly flows with shadow trees.
You come to me across the fading fields.
The passion in your tired face lights the dusk.
I want to tell you, though you bring no flower,
That I have all I wanted from the fall,
But you press your hand hard against my mouth.
The moment is too simple for much speech.
You need not know I memorize you, Friend
Down to the missing buttons on your coat
For wisdom tells me all you have to give
Is written in the clean lines of the moon.