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.
