Getting past into the light What a shining shimmer the way that apple tree go ahead! go right on past it on the path, or is it on our lonely track, or really just a little go along we used to punch out through our shadow back to the barn to find our way only we don’t care now do we? Look! at its whirling white explosion tumbling wild, blistered, bursting out into a blossoming like some heaven drifting there do you think we’ll ever get through to it in any other way the way we are or touch it? anyway we go ahead like this, just for this day today, this every always this one time this path we’re always walking out but never seeing it true, this never oh look at it! white snowshot blazing out right at us, out of every lightbeam just like will we ever be able to walk out past it again like this ever again in spring ever again into this spring?

Poetry by William F. Buford Copyright © 2004-2007 William F. Buford. All Rights Reserved.