Endymion At Wyaconda

“We could, perhaps, be lovers – “
you whispered in my hand
and disappeared to Indiana,
one year ago. That night,
August heat, black lake, poplar wind
composed a world apart,
and I remember
long hair trailing, white
arms stroking, you
swimming to meet the fallen moon.

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