Painting by David Patterson
Straphanger
Traveler of endless journeys with your
backpack of old love letters, I'll walk
with you. Take me to your meadow
with its sun-stopped twilight sky.
We can't see the night bird in his tree or
the vole lost in the grass. No others
are in sight, the meadow is resting.
A small eden, so strangle-hugged
by time that there is only one horned owl left
and he too is leaving with your heart in his beak.
© Patricia Crane 2003
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