Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

At The Gate

I forgot to bear my heart at your gate
adoring everything inside
through those blue eyes.
I could provide a bouquet less worthy.
What does a boy like me know?
I lean on your treated wood,
Idly conversate, about weather
when your hand neared mine
on thin wood, we noticed.
I feared too near, made exit
on promises next time the sun shines.

Walk by every day, hope to spy
your mastery with spade
in cool mid-day shade, the right hour
when your true gardener arrived.

Heaved on my sagged shoulder,
a bag of fertilizer. Older,
less bold, remember you,
beautiful mouth agape at your gate.
The last time, I laid waste
at the perimeter of my sealed fate.

A nod, back peddle and off
down the street to consoling mother,
I confessed mistake, failure to win love.

Because I don’t know a thing
but lolly-gag in your sunshine,
wait for water to aid love
for a bright, cheery one.

She would plant seed in fertile ground.
No blooms for me could grow for us,
when not sewn, had I lent a hand,
a heart, when hers offered to that
tempered wood now shutting me out.

On my porch, wondering when rain,
the brightest star did come.
A chill breeze at the foot hold
as the warmest, smooth hand returned,
touched mine. A whisper, it’s fine.
Take my time. All the time.
Blue pierced black night. Fright
would dissipate. Morning came,
ready to be her right man.


5.6.23

Earthy, simple, sentimental, it’s late. Text dense, dull.