OVER ISLANDS

Just one sunset

catching Casablanca

in a midnight showing

dropping off at fashion week

you disarmed a dressing gown

made of seashells

from Spectacle

islands watching

a poet speeding by

on a once pawned motorcycle

with a used copy of Milton's

pocket sized "Paradise Lost"

blinded by waves of hands

brushing off leaves and acorns

of your solo marathon run

by the breaking night

off the whirlwind
wishing you could sing Bach.