here on Mount Vision I trace your face

a crescent moon above the Monterey cypress

and long to speak to you

of the phosphorescence in the hidden cove

i want to ask you do you remember?

if not I will tell you this

 

late, well after midnight the eucalyptus

bent down so deeply she reached into the sea, touched it

this was the season of fury

a time when artists tear their studios apart

cuss God and break their most precious possessions in one night

season of secrets and making pacts

we eat stale bread, drink rum

and walk through the opium after midnight

          evermore

                       driftwood smoke

                                          here i will always know you

                                

we are out at Laird’s Landing

and slipped out of our clothes and into the sea

swimming under the full moon We are Illuminated

and became a school of perch then 7000 swallows

i try to retrace the steps and spy a glance of the she-cat

she must have left when you did

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Previously published in La Bloga