Old Lovers Lane

• Old Lovers Lane

Old Lovers Lane

To get to old Lovers Lane
I went the back way
Through the orchard
Burned at summertime
Flailed and charred
Against the grey

Where the wattle was, remember
We climbed at night those days
And yellow dusted
Glowed so after

I wanted to hold you again
To feel your hair in my face
I wanted to hear me say your name
The way the birds proclaim
Their joy at making morning

To get to old Lovers Lane
I went the back way
Above the armory of rooftops
Two fences clung by chain

Hoodies, strollers, pacifiers
Brand new teeth are coming in
It's biting weather
He doesn't answer

I wanted to hold you again
To feel your hair in my face
I wanted to hear me say your name
The way the birds proclaim
Their joy at making morning

To get to old Lovers Lane
I went the back way
Where bouquets
Sprouted from the trees
At the gravel and bend
After Saturdays

Before the bridge into the pines
Their deathly tender hush
Go any further
Get lost forever

I wanted to hold you again
To feel your hair in my face
I wanted to hear me say your name
The way the birds proclaim
Their joy at making morning

© Brendan Bonsack
June 2021

1. Porch Light
2. Three Horn Face
3. Tide
4. Tracing
5. Stegosaurus
6. Old Lovers Lane
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8. Light Pollution

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