written 5.16.17




Standing naked on the lawn


alone he was one sunlit dawn


the grass beneath his shoeless  feet


cut like broken glass in the shimmering heat


with no one for miles around in sight


memories screamed in silence and turned to flight


while each separate living  haunted thought


echoed off mental walls of stone


trapped there,  held there apart from others’ sight


while caught up in a wind lifted moan


he stood naked beneath an unmoving sun


that dried his flesh and burned his bone


his life before him seen in a looping rerun


while he stood naked there on a grassless lawn


alone, he was, one sunlit dawn .  Copyright Gordon Kuhn 2017