Tractor
I was next to a fence and you came from behind.You were at a distance then.
Still I see how your shirt clung to your shoulders.
How your arms steered that tractor. How I loved you.
Ah these pale remembrances how they warm me!
Wispy visions full of smoke fading in and out playing music.
It is worth it this aging, this creaking of bones, this lessening,
To glimpse again, if only wanly, my first love on his tractor.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2015-03-20 at 22:52
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