Lorena Axman Freed
Quand Je Serois Bien Vieille
When I am even older I may stand
still beautiful, still idol of the bars
whose lips can map red countries through young heads
while bathos could've sworn my eyes were stars.
And yet awake when full of cold and night
as the last leaves freeze solid to the tree,
I will recall one lover of good things
who, when he spoke of goodness, spoke of me.
Recall our noon, how our great evening shrunk
to midnight whispers traveling phone-wires,
and one dark plot in kingdoms of the sun
where we have lived to bury our desires.
Bio
Lorena Axman Freed is a poet living in her native Ohio, and received her BA in English from the University of Rochester. She enjoys gardening, gaming and playing paintball. She is glad to have become a morning person without the aid of coffee.