To
A
Girl
Never Hold
I'll
For the reason
Of sunlit
one looks into a sky
that
clouds
in their
Although he has no wings For the reason
Of waves
in
which
one looks out
For the reason
sail to steer at liberty-
that
one looks up
to a tree
a squirrel chatter on a limb,
Although he dare not climb, For the reason
that
lest
Although one twitch of
flee-
gaze upon the
in spring,
make them may be bold,
his will
For such a reason,
•
it
one looks upon a doe
Nurturing her freckled fawns
I'd
to fly-
to a sea
forever fading into dawn,
Without a
To watch
that
cumulation,
if
girl
I
I
cannot hold.
Milo Hurley
go-
