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WINTER NIGHTS RAINY STREETS (Thinking Of You; for T.B.) (date unknown)
winter rains
falling
in the streets
have me
recalling
many old blues
daydreaming
here tonight
as i stare off
into the snaking
colored ribboned
reflections
of stop lights
go lights
and yellow caution
like sunflowers
poured into
molten streams
shimmering me
into shivers
of goose bump
chills thinking of
you lights
now as the
stream runs red
it seems as
if i am
still locked behind
the wheel here
but with you too
somehow locked
here inside
my head
as well where
all i have
left of you
aside from a
handful of
distant memories
is a single
picture
you mailed me
and that tigers
eye stone
you gave me
so long ago
when i last
visited you
in san francisco
now i havent
seen you in
years
and i sense
you may even
be long dead
and gone
though i am
not
still as yet
your story was
written
all over you
yet even now
i recall
just how
at peace
you were
with it all
and your
fearless
certainty of
leaving
and the
mysterious
words written
on back of
your photograph
in your
warm hand
seemed
to spill forth
the essence
of your
courageous truth
and your strong
yet silently
graceful
masculine
inner beauty
into some form
of accepting
pre epitaph
for you
and me and
others yet to
come
to help us
see ourselves
in your shoes
before we ever
get that far
though i
suspect some
never will
and those
already
long down
that path
may look back
and see you
coming
and me perhaps
most likely too
and there
we will be
happy
and free
from all this
fear once more
in spite of
all our
suffering
down here
when at last
well be
together there
once again
my friend
along with all
the others
of our
families friends
and lovers
whom weve
known and
loved and lost
but in
the meantime
i still see
your face
and recognize
me there
as well
in the distant
reflection
of your
soulful eyes
reflecting
in my mind
here in these
fleeting
moments
arisen through
the colored
lights of this
winter nights
rainy streets
as i stare
timelessly
off into these
snaking colored
ribbon like
reflections
of stop lights
go lights
and yellow
caution like
sunflowers poured
into molten
streams
shimmering
me into shivers
of sudden
goose bump chills
thinking of you
lights here
until this
stop lights
much too
brief hypnotic
red ribbon like
snakes
suddenly turn
and change again
back into
another slithering
molten stream
of green
shimmering me
into an abrupt
goose bumpless
startled refocus
upon this
rainy
winter nights
wet street
presently
before me
here
and the open
lengthy
quietly awaiting
unknown
future road
and roads
to come still
yet perhaps
ahead
(or not)
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