It is as if I am alone in a sand desert
In my chair, of course,
(See the poor photo, the head inadvertent)
Bay watching the sunset perform,
Except for the gusting 25 mph wind,
Easy-pretend it is July Fourth.

The sun sparkles my customized
Fireworks.
This time I have the desert deserted,
The bay is empty, the few pleasure boats
Obeying my cease and desist request.

Just me, the water sun sparklers,
The wind, and of course, you,
Besides me, as I have countless imagined.

Our crooked dock
Finger points back at me,
Sagely saying, enough poetry for one day.

But the dock is always crooked jealous,
Unless I include him in my sunset poems
So now he is smiling, albeit crookedly.

Some of you have,
Spent a few minuets of your day
Writing/riding along with me on my
Fire engine hose of words dousing.

Water welled up at 3:56 when I
Asked for a miracle of my own,
After waking and reading your poems for hours.

Here I am scratchin out one last at bat,
After being
Mesmerized by your goodworks,
Wondering why, again, I try.

So now let us write a breakup stanza.

I'm breaking up with you,
Until earlier-than-dawn tomorrow,
Though I was but one of many of your
Lovers took and taken,
Now discarded, I won't take no
For answer.

My shirt shivers, my forelock whips,
The clouds have banked my sun,
The wind is stiff, brooking no weakness,
I am total alone, how to make you believe,
That letting go, is difficult, almost impossible.

Until when, when we kiss again,
The back of your neck is my map,
My tongue the bridge between us.