Kojolam

The band can begin to play

Without a moments notice,

Even though you have

Your fences up and all

The holes are mended,

You’re on the floor in a

Flash dancing unintended,

I’m not sure how she got

Through whether over

Or by slipping under,

Perhaps she jumped

Maybe strolled straight

In and filled my world

With thunder, of a lovely

Kind that never ends

Like the memory of

Your first time with a

Lover once one summer.

Stephen Nesbitt ©