Summer Poem Poem by R.P. Coursey

When the wind blows through the corn
think of me
and of the summers by the lake
my hair bleached by the sun
water beading
on my skin

When lightning cracks the sky
I think of you
and of the time we swam during the storm
and I thought you’d never come
to the surface

When the leaves
Turn
And gather in drifts
On the ground
I’ll think of my loss

And how the leaves
Will come back
In the spring

But you will not