Ancient landscapes, punctuated by warm
Moments of two pasts,
Lived fully, separately.
Two times distance,
Both coasts in motion, neverending waves.
Each past-pained, confused,
But fused still by soft flame,
(and Dreams of growing up).
Fueled by Jamison and your Marnier,
Our laughter allowed no silence.
(We are separate & stuck to our guns)
My Christmas complete,
Shared gifts of
Scurry criss-crossed parks & pounds
Of Eddie’s catch slickbutterwhite
Dreamgrams and champagne star bubbles.
Rising to the night’s top.
Witness to the city sky’s
Softgentle birth of snowflakes.
We were gentle reborn
In warm moments touched.
Cheeks chilled bitter by Rockport breezes,
Stirred rhythms long-stilled,
By Time spent in Long Beaches and isolations
(Is our History complete? The Book’s last chapter written?)
I left you in Fantasy,
And returned to a city with no reason to exist,
No frozen-skating river children.
Searching, stabbing upward glass scrapers
Crushing adobe shacks of the long Past.
I felt I have left you in a History