memorial glade

we sat on the glade watching the clouds
you leaned over me and took off my glasses
the cumulonimbi stayed on the horizon
with the sun glimpsing through
to the heart of the campus
like some impressionist work
the library and the campanile
were dabbed on the sky
above swaying trees
leaved of red and gold dots
on soft waving grass
upon which we lay
but still in the haze
of myopia
your face remained clear
you closed your eyes
and we finally kissed