Writing love in the time of corona to forget her
When tall grass on the banks waves in the breeze,
Mourning doves flock over the bridge arch,
And cool rapids splash river boulders midstream,
With enough percolation to defer any dreams
What good would it do to figure her out?
When under-span waterfall echoes reverb,
Drowning traffic noise tightening river belts
Around an odorless anchorage of evaporated urine
With enough older love to fasten my heart
Not going to go where only her hormones know
With enough gnats to nourish swallows and
bats
Through Taichung’s veins of throbbing blood
As native girls smile at this alien male
With enough testosterone to
When her thermals low-bridge my levitation
I swoop rhythmically like an egret’s wings
Through saturated skies on mountains amassed
The thunder that ripped through the love I found
Withstanding rain sheltering me from her pain
Her fascinating adornments melt like eye shadow
Resembling tears of misgivings in the spooky night
As she acquiesces in the fight against dependency
I have already retreated to where she will not know me
On the shady riverside watching younger men fish
June 17, 2020
www.readingsandridings.jimdo.com
Purchase "Unnatural Beauty; Poems from the Han Riverside"
Copyright © 2020 by David Barry Temple. All rights reserved
