Thursday, April 09, 2009

Memory's Past


remember
your room, four o'clock:
we lay in dim afterglow
dreaming of our future life.

remember
Highland Park, summer:
we sat in grassy twilight
drinking dry white wine.

remember
jazz club, off-night:
we sang through spotlit smoke
breathing in sparkling applause.

remember
your car, after hours:
we kissed under crisp starlight
dancing close then away.

remember
Crystal Cave, weekend:
we drove by dead reckoning
holding hands underground.

I close my eyes and I'm
dizzy
with heat.

I open my eyes and I'm
in bed
clutching the cat.

Waking: A Memoir of Trauma and Transcendence

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