I Remember You(th)

Stepping out of the scrublands

into the heart of Austin, Texas

to our stone under our buzzing acacia

as children flew after dogs.

Could I feel as unashamed

and brave as I did then?

I- “That boy” to your mother

you- “That girl” to mine

Covered only in cool spring water,

clothes discarded by an oak.

Sun pierced the sweet air

your skin so struck with light.

Could I have the courage left

to walk my feet to the dry Texas earth?

It’s Spring again- raining in Georgia

I’m a stone under the pines.