the howl and ache those days are gone
when forward we swam never doubting
the rightness assured only by our own joy
of success the first breathless kiss
of bristles thick with paint on linen
those are the clouds this the sky
all chiseled out of swirling cosmic rock
the rejoinders that never stung only intoned truth
made us laugh appreciating sunlit smiles distant music
outside the unending music within the morning
stretch and yawn in a button-down too big
the taste of last night’s celebration
the casual flirtation putting the lie in
the flawless veneer here are the trees
and here and here more trees
but stay here in the grass by the rocky beach
the salt sea smelling of fish and the brilliant sunset
now obscured by the coming storm
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