That Spring – Joan McNerney

I wanted to take off my clothes.
Be naked under the sun.
Swim through one thousand
lakes or lie on grass…
so warm warm with you.

Count every leaf on every
tree. I’ve always wanted
to do that. And stars too.
Come my Michael we can
climb hills where
no one will ever see us.

About the contributor: Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary zines such as Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Halcyon Days and included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane Press and Poppy Road Review anthologies. She has been nominated four times for Best of the Net.