Not like these, misty purple destiny manifested for miles and miles along sexy song lines of coast
You say isn’t it easy
To be in love here, and
The sunlight stretching
Across your face is a prayer.
I have to agree; isn’t it easy
To put on your postcard sunglasses
And watch the lovestruck sun scrub away
Last night’s creeping condensation?
We could laugh at the ridicuousness
Of tears, imagining wet droplets
Falling unencumbered to the
earth
like
rain.
Later, when the road
Trails its concrete way behind us and
We’ve exhausted our CDs with our spinning,
We might think again,
Might search for smudges of poppies
Against the fading hills,
Then the moon will hover near,
A nosy neighbor, scattering
Crimson shards across the water
And you,
A burning redwood,
Distant as a memory
Smoldering to ash.
This too is a song; listen as it echoe s a w a y
