Posted by: David Harley | July 8, 2013

The Old Man Laughs

The old man laughs
and the room is that much warmer
for memory
puts his one-bar fire to shame
huddled in the afterglow
of a younger sun
that burned with a sweeter flame.

He smiles
to recall the fertile spring
when the rain on his flesh
was soft and war:
the grass burst into tall green flames
and he held a thousand stars
in his arms.

The old man laughs
remembering how he chose
a harvest moon
to light his lullabies
and offered into fruitful nights
the rose
that blossomed behind his eyes.

He smiles,
recalling autumn nights
golden leaves
and golden days
when the fledglings tried their wings
and flew
into
the Southern haze.

The old man laughs….

 

Published in Vertical Images 1, 1986. Copyright David Harley, 1976. This one actually has a tune: I’ll have to try it out and see if I still think it works…

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