No More Love

Never going to love again
a plague on his thoughts

the two of them crossed the creek
earlier together
then joined an ancient trail
a favourite part of the woods

insisting one path over the other
leading to an unfinished disagreement
the moon settled while they
waited for one to give in

coyote calls impatiently sounded

and finally the bull moose
snorted and stepped off the trail
to seek another.

© Richard L. Provencher