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Love in the Fast Lane
A sweltering sky
floats, as we walk
the lengthy and twisting
picturesque streets. The knightly ships,
proclaimed as autos,
pass by at a frenzied speed
and never stop. Your glamour
holds for the moment and remains
my haven of security.
It’s both sacred and rare. But all relationships
find their ends through different circumstances,
and ours is no different. We just had more strength
of will and thought love would bear
and grow, each entrusting the other
to preserve it. But something happened
that day as we crossed the threshold to walk
beyond the watchful lands
of ancient history.
Your allure was borne away
on a sudden chilling wind.
Your abrupt chilling, bitter words
cutting deep, even as newer cars
race by on their accelerated journeys.
Campfire Tales As Truly Told
Campfire stories earlier spun,
mirroring a spinning helix
of slate smoke rising.
After the hiss of the campfire’s quenching,
on my way back to town,
I’m traveling down the middle of the road.
Are the trees on each side
dancing the Virginia Reel?
Because this road seems to go forever,
and all the tree branches are applauding
as one, moved by an unseen wind.
So, while I’m stuck between these perimeter swayers,
I’ll recall earlier suppositions brought forth at the camp.
I’ll mull over, as we discussed:
the healing power of music, the ocean, and the stars.
I recall the creaking of the tavern door,
a most welcome sound,
music pouring forth into the streets,
flowing like water through a screen.
I remember the ocean’s ceaseless hypnosis:
the whoosh, the crash, the endless undulation.
I recollect all the stars’ gentle gleam,
new life always forming
under these glittering dreams that wink on and off.
And, here I am now,
clear of the dance-line,
a feeling of relief permeating,
at hearing that tavern door pipe up,
while it stands next to the murmuring ocean,
both, under the stars.
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