Golden Poem by Taylor Rosewood

There's a nook or two
along the rocky shore,
where the lake is deep
and you look straight
down, on lures and lines
once meant for trout,
that hook the eyes and
trip the tongue.

They were deep but
we dove right in, two
souls compelled, in
search of fun, or was it
love that made that arc?
then drove the temperance
from our hearts?

It was July, but the
depths grew cold,
and we soon swam off
to a shallow shoal,
where we stretched our
bodies beneath the sun,
and left that channel
feeling warm.

So where are you now
my golden one? Did you
grow up, or did you run?
Where do you live, and
what was your name?
Will there ever be another
like you again?

There's a nook or two
along the rocky shore,
where you look straight
down and it breaks your
heart. Dozens of browns
swim to your boat, but
you feel so alone, you
forget where you are.