Jeffrey Side


I won't give up
or lag behind
until in my arms
I hold her.

And I cannot
rest in peace at
night until just once
I have known her.

I'm getting older
and more rueful
fast by minutes
all the time.

And I observe people
young walking
freshly painted
tall sublime.

I don't care
who's following
me. I don't care
if I am led.

She just seemed
complete upon her seat
with the first speckles
of grey on her head.