Poems August Running

Tassles

Tassles for my
new tear years;
he won my
step, is 'till
afternoon lover,
a glimmerer in the

night;
smoking through some room,
or someone else's defray.
he talks to you
about another day;
stays
on with
a friend
from when;
college ten years lighter.
where;
in a corner talking
all night;
tricolored,
next year,
why visit much?
this older,
not go at a rate,
l'll day you a year,
you years.