Things Past
i hovered with you
in the desert of ourselves,
a slow lifelong dwindling,
back when the clouds were quartz.
skies less blue than chipped
muttered down at us
through a clockwork of vultures.
you couldn't speak of it and i couldn’t sob.
we assumed a mantle of secrecy,
our throats as prickly as the catcus.
we shambled the necks of hills, you and i,
boots and denim sluggard and worn,
burdened beyond grace
by incessant crumbs of destiny.
what you revealed to me then
and what i replied in concern …
those dialogues are lost,
wind whisked now, blackened embers,
once uproarious in spent brushfires.
lost, yes …
unless a ghost appears;
and i no longer bother to doubt
there could be such a thing.
it would be far more tangible
than the company which saved us
from the miles.
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"company" replaces "companionship" ... 5/8/25
4/30/25 ... lots of eds
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