Sunday, March 3, 2013
her eyes by horace harding parkway
(for leticia baez)
few things last longer
that never happened anywhere else
but in dreams.
tinged with sugar from sourpowers
and heavy on the heart
like Jansports filled with love songs
on tapes emblazoned with your name.
i should have
sipped slowly from the shining midnight well
your eyes were when you noticed me.
then maybe i wouldn't be
such a seasoned drunk
with a taste fleeting
like cars along the parkway
where you carved your name into me.