She said goodbye but is not gone
for she is here
with us
we must meet again here in the shadows
here in the silence of
words, we must hold each other, we
must,
lest the dogs eat us, lest we be found
alone and
shattered without
each other
going down deep
to where the monsters live
get past their teeth
to the answers they give
running man, run while you can
raising the water
sink in the land
fall up the mountain
just like it was planned
lover boy, love what you destroy
come to the crossroads
see eight different ways
all those lives to live
all that work and play
running man, run while you can
My humble hands have made
love and lovely things
and now we remember
my humble lips have made
love and said kind things
my thighs have felt your hands
my ears have loved the sound of
your voice
and now we remember
as you say my name
willow trees grow near the stream
we sat beside the river
we fished, we
made love, we
came to be the summer
breeze
***
Young Summer
Like other immortal beings did–
I heard the sound of locus buzzing,
Smelled the fresh cut grass,
Felt the warmth of the blazing sun
As I rode my bike past that square,brick
fortress
That immovable-block with broken glass panes–
Indestructible, unchangeable.
Rattle! rattle! rattle! bounced my bike
Over the narrow, hard path
Between the iron rail and creek bank.
My eye caught a boot–down the stream floating.
I could barely keep up–but what fun trying.
A robin interrupted–
Summer had arrived,
And the air had not a care,
Only the vibration of now.
James V Nicosia
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