August's Draft

October 3, 2008
By Tim Gavan, South Setauket, NY

Your eyes were burnt by August’s draft
On one morning’s deep red circumstance
To be standing on that town’s thin edge
When denial and its counter wed

With no veil to lace the pleading eyes
Of love or lust or second tries
You watched as silent as her horizon
As round brass lies began to widen

“Take this now and think not twice,
Of taking a shadow’s good advice”
When this synergy’s her eulogy
Her chains have cream white purity

You watch her fleeting fingers shackled
As the reverend’s off key choir cackles
True that August’s draft blows strong
Its dust the love that once went wrong

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emilyy said...
on Nov. 12 2008 at 4:43 am
this is my favourite of all the poems you have posted on this website


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