Poem: Wanderlust and Old Love

Summer Evening by Red Haircrow
Summer Evening by Red Haircrow

Wanderlust and Old Love

It was just time for it
and the feet had their way
so I did it without a thought,
and with a thousand new thoughts
wandered away.

I walked away just like that
and I returned again walking,
stopping just beside you
at sunset.

You didn’t move
or even look my way
yet the air grew warm
and the sky held a more subtle hue.

–by Red Haircrow

August 2010

The Irishman in other poems:

The Birdman

In the Clover

Wanderlust and Old Love

An Apology of a Kind

There Are No Words

The Red Pain of Distance

and more..