Its winter now and the pool is covered;
like you, the black walnut stretches naked
against a February cloudy afternoon.
This barren scene reminds me back to June
when I watched Georgia summer sunshine
watch you
with me: wet, tan, and alive.
Oh! the sweetness of those thoughts!
How then, can that mem'ry cause pain?
And why, upon that rusty sword
do I continually lean?
william beaird
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thinking-on-you-during-a-meltdown-caused-by-you/
