Archive for December 2009
We Ran This World
Where do we go from this point in which
we sit so miserably, facing each other
gracelessly, because of the lack of remembrance
of a time, when we stood atop a buried hill
at some ocean-side piece of land,
more hidden than what was shared
at that moment in time?
A carelessness that was more beautiful than you could ever know.
A lack of direction that put two on a podium
causing ire by everyone who stared.
We loved it: A final year to parade atop the world.
Wind blew your hair to pieces
that won’t leave my mind,
until you die, or I forget,
neither will occur.
Paloma
Perhaps, a quintessential Italian grape.
The limey clay it springs from
makes it just right for the first course.
Some detect a note, but I often catch the elusive apple,
Made to keep intact,
One of the most seductive of the year:
an aroma and flavor suggestive of an early May morning.