I can see your white legs, walking
in the summer sun, tall and erect
almost running, as if they had a purpose
to go somewhere. You fooled so many men
with your head above the crowd,
and your brown hair
dancing on your shoulders. I watched you
in your flower dress, tall and willowy
searching for a man, and not a master
wild cats can’t be caught,
I’m writing this
because it’s the only way
I can capture you.
Now, the sparkle on your skin
and I have gray
in my beard.
We were once, so young
full of dreams—
stepping between the stars.