Now the scenes
I had not known
would remain
in memory
come back on
call, or maybe
unbidden
they needle in
and I am
there at dusk in
Amsterdam
the Vondelpark
cigarette
packed with weed, lit
another
light among lights
as night spread
and the lamps on
bicycles
cometed past
and I got
just a bit high
and I knew
nothing really
but that my
wife was waiting
in the room
and I was just
a stranger
out in the park
looking for
some feeling but
not knowing
I would stay there
in that dusk
for some thread of
eternity.

MB 3/27/2021

Now the scenes
I had not known
would remain
in memory
come back on
call, or maybe
unbidden