Raven

raven hair
cascaded around her

shoulders

he would only admire

from afar
until drunken courage
fueled an
approach

he mangled a
dance request

and dancing began it
all

he always felt light headed at
her
approach

abandoning other
circles

for the
one she danced in


drunkenly walking down a
swansea street
in the shadow
of the vetch field

hurling
coins to her window
to be admitted



it could not endure
but what a
summer

was it hot that year?


who cares.