It’s a bottle of wine
and a glass of stars—
and my heart beat beats
like you wouldn’t believe.

The wind, she rustles my tresses
but solicits no favors;
she gathers me up
and dip dives down in the valleys
of tree tops and tumbled down ran-shacks
the very kind
I can empathize with.

Who knows how long we’ll keep
breathing—the wind and I,
side by side as we face eternity
and side by side as we dive deep.
Deep for now
For now
For now; what else? Of course
for now. What else?
There is no else—
But now.


The reader brings his or her own experience to the poem and creates meaning. Here is my experience (featuring a dog I found on the street).
(Kidding: featuring the magnanimous Hope.)

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