this night is blue/black-and-white,

with porcelain oleander blossoms (impossible)

and now after you've left,

there's an empty place in the sky where the moon should be

reminding me (somehow) of the once-upon a dusky remember-when

we walked across the railroad tracks onto the beach

(i pretended that our footprints would last forever behind us if we never looked

though the ocean soothed & crashed behind us in an ecstasy of forgetfulness)