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 Jul 2020 b e mccomb
angelique
rhomboid sky behind me,
violet sea before me,
undulating fields of halcyon
and waving grain

laying down silently beside
someone now long gone

sing to me o muse,
about how we loved one another
through concave nights

about the way the world  
looked with the muted dawn dappled
upon a distant spring reverie

about how we watched our last sunset
together over the ionian,
and how it burned nectarine

now i look at those tears
in the rhomboid sky,
your voice, floating, oh
i remember everything
as it all creeps away...
~ time,  
             memories,
                                faces,
                                           all slip away ~
Eternal sunset
not quite night
no longer day

Is this how life shall stay?

Orange to red
then pink to gray
the outside elements have gone away

There's a closed sign on tomorrow

Hours continuously rotate
around what's breaking
be it the news or someone's will
 Jul 2020 b e mccomb
Sjr1000
Missing the drive to Truckee,
Graegeagle/ Almanor fantasies
Missing the front deck
Bears & squirrels
Jim and Marylee
So happy

Missing Jim & Marylee

Packing up the old VW
Take you anywhere

Missing Eric & Anne
Missing Eric & ?
Katie Doug and Cheyene
James & Amanda
Sarah & Hannah
Emily too
Frank and Susan
What are we going to do?

No fish to be caught
They rarely were,
No smokes in the morning with the lake out there

Missing the view of the lake

Being out on the water

The music always playing
Missing the dogs in the water
The colors of the afternoon
Changing into the night clothes
While the camp fire begins to go
And later, 1950's radio shows
After several days the mind begins to change
Panoramas and vistas
Restore perspective

Missing Cheese Camp
Yearly healing

The lost year when there is
just a covid snow and no where to go
goes and goes...
What is sleep?
It's 1979 again
And I'm in Atari's Astroids
Caught in the laser beam
And no matter how
Many electric sheep
I count
There's no going back
To Pillowland
Midnight City is open
So are the caffeinated veins
Running thru
My nocturnal console
Night shifts have me
Splintered in my head
Let's see how I score
On the Athens scale
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