poem for today

Also from "The Morgantown Suite" this poem is called "Krepps Park After Dark"

Krepps Park, After Dark
(for Beth)


A metaphor for memory.
A game that lovers play.
Do you recall when shadows fall
what were the words to say?

Too young to know the answers.
Too old to play the fool.
Lips on lips. Hands on hips.
Curiosity, our tool.

Still reaching for our limits.
Still testing every rule.
Thoughts, impure, meet hands, unsure,
and a girl from Catholic school.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

If I get enough requests, I mist release the new cover for "The Compleat Panther Cycles" this week, exclusively on here.