Wednesday, October 8, 2014

SEA BREEZE Part Three

3.
Everlasting maze.
                                        For you, my friend,
you went through it
and out her other side
                                                 but you were there
abaft the barnacled bottoms of old books,
sleek traffic, sand in your Nikes


everything was yours.  She drove.
No need for caution, kept your thoughts
to yourself,
                         you always do,

                                                          the night
was like a crucifix
                                      on the wall over somebody’s bed.
What does that mean?
                                                  You know,
you always know,
                                      just stop thinking
and start talking.