in the bath
we are sad..now..
long ago

we wore black
dusty of toe
purple of nose..

the sun was so hot
and love too..
how the breeze blew..!

o wine was sweet!
blue was blue
spaghetti, a time

of excitement-
never wanted for anything
when we were young..

ii

will you wash my back?
come here poe darling
you have suds on your whiskers

writing in a spontaneous
fashion
wonders who i am..