the houses are long and narrow with
trees lining, big elms and cedars in
the night, riding. Pedaling and breathing
fast as the moon approaches, to be
close to the heart, and close to home finally.
And to dream?.....
the chasteness of her demeanor always
meant so much, because she knew
how to look at you in that way
and when your eyes met, as they do
there's an understanding about her.
when one is often at the helm, for days
and sleep is fleeting and flimsy,
the mind is always going, forever,
and the last thought before that summer
night's rest comes, is of her.