it was late summer
saturday turning night
soft glow of the streetlights
under slow go of
the daylight

i stood smoking
by the stairs
you with that
particular gait
purple purse
slowly walking to meet me
trying too hard
to take your time

and the rest of the night
was under the same
kind of soft lights
everything around me
i remember benevolently
calm and certain–
glowing but fuzzy

except for you
you were
and remain
clear as day


One thought on “there,”

  1. beautiful work in these recent posts…. lovely, haunting, wistful, transparency….
    looking forward to reading you in the new year.
    happy new year.

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