the girl of his dreams
to be in the shadow
of a witness sycamore
on the opposite side
of a creek run red.
She wears a dress
the color of turned sycamore leaves
and holds purple prairie aster
with the last of the dandelions
for the bees’ attention.
He must cross a bridge
made of aged white stone
against a rush of ghosts
groaning and wailing
amid the thunderous canon
and volleys hurled against them.
Upon seeing the color bearer drop
and old glory fall
the woman raises her arm to her brow,
in the manner of Victorian women,
slumps to the ground,
and disappears beneath the leaves.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney