Jim Corner

Amanda Is Getting Married

I wonder if the wedding
will be in Seymour where Union Soldiers
once held up during a rainstorm in1862,
or at the tiny farm
not far from the Mason-Dixon line?

These memories only add
to romance already resolved;
one to be blessed under the apple tree,
where the fruit will soon fall
in a circle of shade, near the small
pasture where saddle horses nibble
wet grass.

Amanda will saddle the brown mare
late at night to ride her a last trek
to the artesian pool, just as the hillside
climbs to silhouetted evergreens,
toward a saffron moon; the free rider
and mare will cool
in a moist August night.