Today it was a bicycle
Parked there
Right at the shore
Your head was excluded
But I knew
That this image
Posted by dreamcamera
Was sent only to remind me
And all those other shots
Of hotels in Chicago &
Paved streets in Dubrovnik
Were simply to cloud the trail
Anyhow's
I cut through the mystery
Named it:
The Island Shoreline
Right then I stopped in my tracks
What is this I'm writing
Another Saturday morning
Before the washing goes in the dryer
Do you remember
Clean white shirts and blouses
Soft denims
Bookstores and bagels
Bicycles, lavender, and purple
Satin negligees, or whatever
Is the word for ladies underwear
Of the sensually enticing variety
The images just keep on coming
Bric-a-brac, photographs with
Memories deeply embedded;
As if to say - nostalgia, or
Whatever is the word for division
In a world where revision brings
Sobriety to its cornerstone, with
Peace and quiet scrolling in its wake
