The Everything in the Everyday
The days that we would run the dunes
Until the sun sank low;
Those timeless, breathless afternoons
So free of care and woe
The nights beside the ocean as
The stars came out to shine;
No other spot in mem’ry has
A feel so anodyne
As just to know, now that your gone,
That we were e’er so blessed:
And that, we’ll run again, someday,
Sweet dunes
Where we’ll find
Rest
She called to tell me that she was engaged –
Me, dating some love spasm at the time –
Who I brought with me to meet them for drinks
Which I think were Coronas – yes – with lime
And she still looked a perfect movie star
And so did he, if truth, in fact, be told;
They were so good together: he was kind.
And I was happy for the ring of gold
She wore now on her finger as a sign
That she with him would now forever stay.
A thing I thought unlikely at the time,
Although they’re still together to this day
It’s funny: I write poems all the time.
I dredge these stories up from memory:
And find sometimes I didn’t know my heart
Until I write these down in poetry
We’d flirted with each other, and had tested
The waters of erotic friendliness;
When that part of our friendship was abandoned
I found, I didn’t love her any less
I loved her more as friends; for she was regal,
And meant for kindness as a life reward:
And she was happy now – I know she still is –
With someone who loved her
Who she
Adored
I had a friend who loved a girl
But dated her roommate:
We were then both in college
He lived in another state
I travelled up to his school
Without notice, on a whim:
The Friday that I got there
I could not see much of him
Because of things he had to do.
He told me with a shrug
That I could take this girl out
Who I knew he really dug
So we played tennis, she and I
Then drank at a cafe:
Then drove her white convertible
To pass the time away
And much to my surprise
Some things then happened, unforeseen:
‘Twas very late when I got back
And he was passed out, clean —
He asked me, what had happened
The next morning, with a smile:
“We played tennis — had some drinks —
Then drove around awhile…”
He looked at me, astonished
For he knew me far too well;
He heard what I had not said,
In the things I didn’t tell
And we sat there in silence
As he sadly shook his head
He wasn’t mad at me at all
But at himself instead
For he was with her roommate.
Truth is truth, and fair is fair:
But what he shared with me
He never
Ever
Meant
To share
Now all I have to give is rain,
I’m not much of a friend —
But if it tears you need, I have
A thousand I can send
To water all the ways that may
Lay scorched within your heart;
I’ll send my clouds to cool the earth
And help the new life start
Perhaps your green’s grown murky now,
Or blue, or some such shade of —
Still I will send you what I can,
For rain is what I’m made of
Yes, all I have to give is rain,
To fill the out of doors —
And I’ll come down where’er you call,
For what is mine
Is yours
Years ago
I knew this girl
With a beautiful face and
A beautiful heart
And I didn’t fall in love with her
Nor did I date her
Just in case readers of this blog
Might have started to think
That never happened to me
As a matter of fact, she is now around 50
Like I am
And she’s still beautiful
And we’re still friends
Truthfully, I am still friends with
Virtually all of my
Ex-girlfriends
Mis-dates
Even my ex-wife
Possibly because
None of them know about this blog
I would hope, however, they would approve
Of the models I choose to represent them
In the stock photos I use on these pieces
Anyway, this girl
Looked like the model in the picture above
And she was always cold
Even during Florida summers
And last year, online
As we exchanged pleasantries
She told me that
She had a cat years ago
That she named after me
Because he was so bizarre
And I kind of liked that
Memories of a day at the beach.
All of us waded out up to our waists;
All of us, far from our troubles and hastes –
All of us stood with the sun shining down
In emerald-green water, few others around
All of us laughed as the waves undulated;
Nothing expected or anticipated –
None of us knowing, as we breathed that air;
This was the last time we all would be there –
All of us, now, are much fewer than then;
All of us boys are now some of us men –
None of us know, as our lives wander on,
When we’ll next look
And find someone
Is gone
o let that one day not go past
that she should once more sorrowed be;
o please, if i could take that weight,
provide to her self-clemency —
i would. the heart that knows no law
believes: it reaches out in pain
to touch in healing whom it loves,
and tries to soothe in all times and
in vain
