(a) blot / august 2021
two arms in a blaze of broadway sun
speckle in spots before your eyes,
and you cant, no matter how
hard you push, stem
the overwhelming tide of aging-
can you make what has happened,
unhappen? can you replace diminished love
when the fulgurous sapphire loses its sparkle?
omg, the bar for happy nowadays is terribly low
yet presently, on a shady patch of sidewalk
there’s such delight in a reminder
of past years on a woman
wearing autumn colors-
and in the haze of ebbing summer
for a minute you are steeped
in so much, breathless
young love, which
right now is a blot
to be bullseyed
but missed