On a hot August Monday, I’m so fond of nothing

Excerpt from poem:

i.

I’ve noticed changes
slipping silently
it’s been six years.. . . I remember exactly.

Summer seasons carried far. Leaves fallen.
We traveled to our special place that day
we took faith in Autumn.

You said I could save the world with a poem
so I wrote you this one
as you played your mandolin
and sang your love-songs
beautifully composed… .
we wore our crowns.