Together we are beautiful

It’s easy catching stars

I broke it

Recollections are premonitions

I jam the barrel into your mouth

I stumbled on a path

red stained fingers

I have them both, tucked away
inside my closet

First a sound
then his voice—the OM came later

Tuesday night
kneeling at the water jug

Cloudburst on the horizon
a silver flash
then three...four...five...

.I’ve always struggled with the concept of making it real

Then the fireflies, tune their instruments, in the grainy hall of dusk.

I peek between the lotus pads, lean precarious, a whisper, chilling dimples, on the surface.

Fat chromed Chevy, 50’s skiff, sizzle pink, aquamarine, cruises sun-baked boulevards.