In one ear ‘n out the other.
I told her of the stag of memory; of th’earth; of private moments lived; of th’night.
With gracile step, agilic poise, ‘n purity he’d leapt from th’dark off to my right-side.
I see myself still strolling.
Lapped waves wash, broken-crested – I am young.
T’was o’er ‘n through this coastly scene we traced the tracks of mem’ry.
I perform great feats.
A blaze-blue spirit, wonder-rapt.
Three wetsuit-wearers, dog, and I.
Endless as the fires of night.
I write another poem for to reassure someone (Me?) that nothing will hinder.
Ends; begins. Writ; collected.
Heat radiates from fires; heat bleeds from th’radiator.
Blank, lined page.
I see that neither muse nor pen is spent.