History
sepia photos
memories of summerfields
slowly turn to dust
–
summer sky-
carousel music
on the pier
sepia photos
memories of summerfields
slowly turn to dust
–
summer sky-
carousel music
on the pier
I can feel you breathe
swaddled in my dead embrace
my arms paralyzed
–
a twin bed-
your pajamas
against my skin
afternoon sunlight-
an old man and his grandson
asleep on the floor
–
sunday mornings-
step stool by the sink
shaving together
well gone past midnight
swimming in the rain, lightning
off in the distance
–
scattered clothes-
midnight at the
swimming hole
the sky fades to black-
another episode down
with your hand in mine
–
crisp night air-
the pleiades
overhead
a weathered rowboat-
mooring line gently slapping
up against the dock
–
children jumping
from the pier-
lakeside
canons and mortars-
our patriotic fervor
lights up the night sky
–
fireworks
the dog hides
under my bed
a viking long boat
trailing ash and smoke floating
towards valhalla
–
central park-
cigar ashes on
the chess board
red stiletto heels
peeking out from underneath
the hem of her skirt
–
silk stockings-
black lines trace
the curve of her calves
a wine glass empty
save for the mark your lips made
when kissing the rim
–
thick woolen socks-
a spark jumps
between our lips