Was it
Nighthawk
In silent flight
Or owl shadow
Or wisp of night
A darkened corner
A lonely street
We set our course
Toward
Porch light

Was it
Summer’s sleeve
Of balmy breeze
That carried me
To tropic isle
The softest seas of
Sweet July
Rolled under me
In concrete mile

Was it
Silken gold
That filled my mind
With incandescent
Dreamy love
I lingered in the afterglow
Of wading through
The clouds above

A city moon
A gilded street
We traipsed the summer night
Complete




Sara Mathews     July 2016
Photo by Jody Roberts