AUGUST NEW
YORK
She stood
before us
An omen of
perfect love
A still
silence protruded
From
memories
Of a
northern Californian lake
At high dusk
Pristine
The waters
stood still
As they
watched the moon
Shine in
full, true fashion
All her
pores to be seen
Though
covered in a pale
Post-evening
glow
The night’s
serenity
Veiled in
the psychology
Of always
moving forward
Of clearing
out the space
Depositing
the dusts
Of memories
In an old
eastern bloc
On Newton
Creek
The heavy
gray drabs
Forlorn like
the moon
Though the
glow of Reason
Outshone
And covered
the memories
In clouds
and air
To keep the
intellect light
Behold what
stood before us
The beauty
pure and pressed
Drink from
glasses
Made of air
The wine of
poetry well kept
Well buried
in the heart
The cellar
of our souls
Where
emotion ages something fine
Flashing
omens in the sky
Like a
mirror of the mind
Inverted day
in and day out
The journey
never ends
And love
opens the heart
A dance with
the white rabbit
Who looks upon
the hill
Just north
of the Conservatory Water
Near the
Children’s Gate
With a
sparkle in his eye
A whisper on
some distant Caribbean wind
There is
magic in the world
And here we standJason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
