The last evening sky…
Friday, October 7
We underestimated time
though time’s not really ours to estimate.
Today was our leave-taking,
but we didn’t leave.
There were escapades and laughter
and sushi and smelling of the flowers
a sweet see-you-later.
There were sneaking beach chairs
and runaway shopping carts.
Come back, Jack. Come back.
Wh00sh…. wh00sh…
Later she said it would have been easier
had we left when she was mad at me.
And had we left on time, I would have missed
The Broken Way waiting on the doorstep.
