First Love
The new shadows arrive
like a schoolyard
full of children
jostling, exuberant
to blanket the new grass
so that the way
your hair is combed
and her lips unresolved
to mere words
float solely
on some rift
of springtime
and the gala
of being,
to which
you've been invited.
When The Bard Came Home
A red tulip,
perhaps the closest rendition
of Shakespeare’s cheeks
was unabashedly struck
from the ground.
I placed it on the Bier
of my hand
and proceeded solemnly
into the house
where I arranged it
in a jar of water
and set it on the windowsill
from whence it became
this beautiful sonnet
above a sink
full of dirty dishes.
From a Screen Porch
A slender limb
opens it’s pink billfold
to a warm cashier
whose necklace
of dandelions
and emerald eyes
speaks of the rain to come,
that revered teacher
who lives far off
in the woods.
- © William G. Davies Jr. 2020
William had a slim volume published by Prolific Press in 2015, titled: "Before There Were Bones".
Bravo William,,,Bravo!
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