By Robert Creeley
It seemed your friend
Had finally others to attend.
My time was yours alone to spend.
I leaned against the fence and waited.
Our love, I felt, was unequivocally fated.
To go sans word would leave all still unstated.
Hence scurrying hopes and pledge at last! Now here—
With all the fading years
Between—I wonder where
Time ever was before we
Walked in those towering woods, beneath the ample clouds,
Bathed in that wondrous air!