Hunsicker’s Grove

Under the willow tree 
we found ourselves
wrapped in the warm air
and each other
my thigh a pulsing pillow
our hearts suspended 
in a blank space between love and logic

We searched through the cornrows
for a place to hide from time
You were my playmate, and we were children

Inescapable farewell in the periphery
the late summer sun sinking lower behind the trees
our bodies mantled in sweat 
passion and arcadian breeze

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