happy trail all a ruffle
gin and
hops
and
you and me
still on my tongue. i smile
a little too softly
let my eyes glaze
over with new ideas.
bad idea.
in ceremony i say go,
bye!
thanks
for letting me watch you
stretch
you
for lessons on one night
stand still (in) the morning rays
dance on your chest
on my shoulder
where you’d soon place your parting words
so
long
take care and
blessings
upon you
let poetry guide you
may
the calm of the yogi wash over
like the chiming of brass bowls
find comfort among the swirling smoke gyres
of sweet incense.
i would watch you downward dog all
day. half pigeon me to zendom.
i could laugh at the way
the moon and the bartender
play tricks on me.
no scent on my pillow
no sorting of silly words
no sifting through
this
is just
what i get for diving too deep
and
tipping too little.
