Serengeti Plain
Through the window she wrote carefully in intimate large rounded letters
“I love you”
Written in loopy letters on little girl stationary placed as talisman against her still planed chest –
Part of that fearsome summer when that chesty outsider arrived to steal him
away as the summer heat arrived, to heat her with this strange aching burning
Burning as she watched them from her child’s bed
Watched their late-night sprees in the grass behind his house under her bedroom window
Her aching for him as futile as a whispered wish for the Serengeti sun to
light the navied night with equatorial blaze
Her aching for him as futile as a whispered wish for cold streams to wind through the desert and
wet blossoms to spring on the verdant banks
