Playing Echoes

Touched by a lazy spring wind,

Random wisps of brunet locks

Arc across lips, cheek and find

Creased smiles upon gray frocks.

Yearning glows through russet eyes

Caution flows intact to tender highs

Among stirred dormant emotion

Moving ever higher on attraction.

Playing echoes of memory lost

Baying at golden moon’s frost

Ever standing lone in many

Leveraged for the zany.

Lessons learned with zany cost.

Robert Dodson

December 26, 2013
For Tracy Campbell