Love Song by David P. Young

I guess your beauty doesn’t
bother you, you wear it easy
and walk across the driveway
so casual and right it makes
my heart weigh twenty pounds
as I back out and wave
thinking She’s my summer
peaches, corn, long moondawn dusks
watermelons chilling in a tub
of ice and water: mirrored there
the great midsummer sky
rolling with clouds and treetops
and down by the lake
the wild canaries
swinging on the horse mint
all morning long.

Poem: from The Planet on the Desk: Selected and New Poems, Wesleyan University Press, © 1991 by David Young

Painting: View from the Window, on the Olcha, 1915, by Marc Chagall