VIGNETTE

Staring out at the yard

I take long sips on a drink:

Strip to my shorts

When I eat your food

Meat cooking 

Out on the spit

you've not seen me in my prime 

When I would woo

A girl like you

a favored passion

On the scene.

I'd lick your bangs

Demand your face

be addicted

To both time and place

I'd have my way

At dressing you

In a downtown

Storefront stall or two

You'd have me as 

You wanted them

Dressed me down

And singing hymns

Your mom's vicar

I could not be

Having no faith

In the trinity

I wanted you 

The grown-up you

Skipping over

A decade or two

(how could I

Not want that face?

History left

Without 

A trace)

-jim hill (4-4-2016)