A long-legged girl with
Hair down a tree like purple shoots.
Her walk through a meadow
Parts seed pods and queens
Of lace and honeybee shimmering
Heat waves over the horse fence.
Crabapples too, pucker
Her mouth in retort,
She is lazy laden with summer’s end
And pollen clouds inhaling poison
In her eyes so senses
Blue and blur to their low-grade magic,
Turn the fields from risk
To a churn of enchantment and possible witchery.
Autumn steals the thought from her mind
As roots stretching
Their way through an unyielding earth.
As somewhere long-legged boys
And grasshoppers fret
And pace, awaiting her parting the tall new grass,
Awaiting the thought of her
Before they’ve met.