The beauty you have
Like cold fog on a pane
Peonies under a stupid moon
I lugged this debacle
Chasing your fastidiousness
I massed a mess
Of sails and picked up the wind
As one would a bottle cap
Or turn on the radio
Now do I have you?
I call out my memories
Onto report cards of joy
A pillow case of flames up against
The upheaval of the sea
Life is a sure match
Of waves against waves
And you are gone
