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The Gazebo....
by Judith Anne
I will never forget the
summer evenings we lingered
in the gazebo at the Civic
Center.
The fragrance of roses laid
heavy on the humid summer
air, and made breathing difficult.
I still recall watching the insects
cluster around the lamps,
obscuring the light, and how
valiantly you took out your
handkerchief to wipe my brow.
Oh, the languor that filled me
at your touch.
I miss those gentle arms
that held me so often through
the years.
How I wish I could feel them
again, but we are beyond the
gazebo, and I am alone now
as summers come and go.
The gazebo is still standing,
surrounded by spreading
yew and stately gladiolas,
and sometimes, with no one aware,
I go in to run my fingers over the
message you carved that night,
in which you said
we'd never part...
©2000 Judith Anne Labriola
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