A lot we know and
So much we don’t
as it could be
about anyone, true.
The life was not
bad,
Mine, yours,
with laughing
at times, it missed
by inches, or days
Or other souls
being worse.
For very last
acts, after all
have been done
and
whether in words
or ideas
they will not
compare or preach,
or judge. Then
I won’t think
Of you with
Someone else
Skilled and knowing
Painful In dreams.
In denim, you
Move toward the
Water. Glimpses of
A suit in two
Pieces,
When a
plaid blouse
Slips from
the shoulder
and the sandy
wash returns to
the ocean.

RLB 02-6-2023