Ann Mackenzie ------------ poem

Caught

I saw her swinging

in her freedom

under my trees.

Her innocence

from four houses down

had drawn her there.

She appeared like

the rabbits and deer

treating nature

like a gift.

Her blonde curls

catching light

creating a halo.

She caught my glance

as I snuck out on

the deck

too late

to go back.

I wanted her

to stay and take

in the green.

Yet, she tiptoed

through the grass

away from the flowers,

away from the hammock,

moving into her life

and away from mine.