I’m relieved that
We’re done like
A poorly prepared
Student sighs at
The end of
A tough exam
I’m relieved like
A patient discovering
It’s simply a
Cold nothing worse
Relieved like a
Child wrapping his
First present and
A frightened actor
Simply reciting lines
There’s simply no
Fun in us
Yet once again
I whiffed swung
My bat and
Missed hitting the
Trickery that men
Lob at me
Like summer showers
My affair is
Over as quickly
As it began
Not even friends
Just memories of
Forced kisses and
Cold desperate affection
The morning dark
Except for flashes
Of light and
Thunder like evil
Wizards are fighting
Storms approach quickly
Like galloping horses
As the air
Is thick with
Moistures like loofa
Sponges sudsy with
Rain the morning
Is stirred like
A soupy pot
The night hangs
In tall trees
Clouds of moon-glow
Wisps of Luna’s
Veil drapes the
Mighty pines as
Soupy clouds drift
Lower like tails
Of kites getting
Caught in power
Lines haunting the
Ghoulish landscape frightens
Even birds as
They whisper their
Quiet morning melodies
There are some
That live in
A perpetual spring
Flora and fauna
Charging through men
Just like Charlamagne
Conquering the scores
Me oh me
Instead prefer soft
Whispers and the
Bristles of beards
On tender throats
I walk quietly
Through fields and
Pick the prettiest
Of the pretty
Creating a bouquet
Of the wildflowers
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 