Very Bad Archive
Our Walk
William Poppen
Our steps are slow.
Your body lists into mine
and I savor your fragrance
above the scent of spring.
Azaleas bloom
and black-capped chickadees
play a harmony
with a chatty wren.
I know the sky is clear
and crispy blue
but I’m drawn
to cheeks the color of flame Azalea.
Our steps are slow.
Your fingers interlace mine
firm, like clematis in its climb.
Our steps are slow.
William Poppen has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of William's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of William's latest works: