Was.

the times are not times of men
rapt lovers swooned and bent
like willows touching water

waves streamed out in circles
and kissed the shallows’ shore
with a rhythm of the wind

the times are not times of women
when water touched earthy lips
and dreams mussed their hair

birds sang out oh so softly
the warm sun baking brown
longing to touch their ears

the times are not times of them
still are the water wind and willow
and the sun shines alone