Selected Poems
Never in another life
After all these years, she finally called. Crickets play
gypsy harps through the night, outside my bedroom.
She and her husband are selling the house.
Both will begin to learn to live alone, again.
Remembered me from the old neighborhood,
she said she knows all my windows are open.
Back in the day, we went about in a boat.
My curtains breathe in and billow
then exhale a slow sigh into our sails.
Can she see beyond my sheer veil?
Our masts pass behind the pines.
She will waste her days in Margaritaville.
I'll wake up on the beaches of Cheyenne.
gypsy harps through the night, outside my bedroom.
She and her husband are selling the house.
Both will begin to learn to live alone, again.
Remembered me from the old neighborhood,
she said she knows all my windows are open.
Back in the day, we went about in a boat.
My curtains breathe in and billow
then exhale a slow sigh into our sails.
Can she see beyond my sheer veil?
Our masts pass behind the pines.
She will waste her days in Margaritaville.
I'll wake up on the beaches of Cheyenne.
