soul power

August

Everything is worth

remembering, how

what you were when

you were young was

breath, breathing a

whiff or went to see

the show, moving, marked

by grandeur, nope, ants, I

will wait here.

You'd been given to giving,

lent, there, I'm

lonely, evening light,

I'll stay in your shop all

day, we'll make

a mound of imaginary bugs,

butterfly shirt, legs and

water glasses

all over

my house

offering odd

framework bookend

you know

we'll keep lying together,

asleep or dreaming,

into the flight with your

head against my shoulder,

bumps, cries, baseball games

I never knew.

I couldn't stop humming. Will

you be me here? Have me

bring you juice? This is the slant

of a slipping summer,

but we've never known autumn.