CHOCTAWHATCHEE BAY
Riding to the water’s edge that day
Her and I
on horses
she’d ridden
many times before.
On the bay, her home not far.
It was warm that day.
And the horses
they knew their way.
I remember it well.
We made love
by water’s edge.
Old trees
hung with moss
silhouetted against the sky.
I miss those days.
I live alone now.
