An old barn shrill with crickets' trill
(we snuck away to meet like spies)
tomatoes on the windowsill
(the car was hot against my thighs)
clover growing through the floor
(there was little time to spare)
summer here had grown indoors
(your hands were strong, and everywhere).
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..and then the storm came...
(we didn’t hear it,
‘cause we were going at it)
bringing down the barn
around us...
...a climax to shake the world...
...ah, Irene...
I’ll never forget how you laid me.
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The old barn, barely standing still
(as I ponder, years retreat)
warms my heart in winter's chill
('twas not the car; 'twas you in heat).
