last days of May


These are the last days of May

when our innocence reigns

with a cautious eye toward Summer

when wounds from our falls still heal quickly

our world still luscious and fresh for a while

when time stops to gaze

and late blooms are still welcome


These are the last days of May

and the sun gathers strength

for its soon-searing prowl in the sky

its fervent kiss on my skin

still reminds me, smiling, of you

when we gorged ourselves on our newness

before the rains, in the early days


These are the last days of May

our eyes meet -- we're silently counting

time barely biding its time

springs will run dry very soon

so we wait, soundless baiting of breath

as the silent rush of the heat

slowly gathers…


© Jon Bohrn (1998)



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