When We Were In Tandem
Night
the last night.
closure presses against us
the heavy humidity moves moments
forward in endless
intangible wheels
3rd wheel, 6th wheel, 6 wheels round
with bond and brew
The moon draws its own clouds – the dark smog of the Hudson presses on
the edge of the Island,
amber dots melt onto the silent black tar of liquid
A gull and the soft distant caucus of the Phoenix,
echoes
The light of young breath streams
through the once still night
Hope, the frayed feather we harbor
brings life
full again
Sweet Pinot quenches our arid lips,
appeasing the notion that we die
before the dawn of summer
and yet we know that we travel together more new,
more whole, seeping into the pathways
The pillowed abyss, the praise and prey
tremulous talent
Hope’s hope- recorded
A lost Mother, Father a child, every twitch of DNA, lonely discovered
A Binding
- Everything happened poetry-
Pages surround the whirling sun, the sudden salience of life
– there! there! it happened
Ahab’s stabbing heart
we hold together
terror
this watery world
A Gap, A gap between
the burgs mossed with discontent
A sudden flower of conscience
fills the crevice
with fertile fields
And yet we wait
Wait for a disconnect from the trite,
the multitudes who etch their names on oak
in hopes, to achieve rings of passing years
but the trees vanish
into the endlessness of burnt forests
So still we wait,
connected only by this the murky remembrance of six faces
trembling in the grain of oak
our voices caught onto
the umber glow of our glass
as we raise this
our bittersweet toast
©Goldberg,Pestana,Michailov,Collazo,Mendoza, Gerard
Night
the last night.
closure presses against us
the heavy humidity moves moments
forward in endless
intangible wheels
3rd wheel, 6th wheel, 6 wheels round
with bond and brew
The moon draws its own clouds – the dark smog of the Hudson presses on
the edge of the Island,
amber dots melt onto the silent black tar of liquid
A gull and the soft distant caucus of the Phoenix,
echoes
The light of young breath streams
through the once still night
Hope, the frayed feather we harbor
brings life
full again
Sweet Pinot quenches our arid lips,
appeasing the notion that we die
before the dawn of summer
and yet we know that we travel together more new,
more whole, seeping into the pathways
The pillowed abyss, the praise and prey
tremulous talent
Hope’s hope- recorded
A lost Mother, Father a child, every twitch of DNA, lonely discovered
A Binding
- Everything happened poetry-
Pages surround the whirling sun, the sudden salience of life
– there! there! it happened
Ahab’s stabbing heart
we hold together
terror
this watery world
A Gap, A gap between
the burgs mossed with discontent
A sudden flower of conscience
fills the crevice
with fertile fields
And yet we wait
Wait for a disconnect from the trite,
the multitudes who etch their names on oak
in hopes, to achieve rings of passing years
but the trees vanish
into the endlessness of burnt forests
So still we wait,
connected only by this the murky remembrance of six faces
trembling in the grain of oak
our voices caught onto
the umber glow of our glass
as we raise this
our bittersweet toast
©Goldberg,Pestana,Michailov,Collazo,Mendoza, Gerard
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