We Could Have … ?

The first night?

A different night?

The last night?

The only night?

A different night?

And who would have thought

We could have flown so high,

Got so far; fragile bone frames

Wrapped in simple rags?

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Beneath the Night

Stars wheeling,



Sun’s been blazing,

Birds been singing;

Life is ultimately useless,

Supposed wise men agree.

It can also be sublime;

There were no words to say,

We said them all,

She and I –

Two fools –

First hot, then

Comfortable warm,

Lying beneath

The night.