but right now missing you

is all at once

an acute smart

high up in my throat

and it brings your sandy

laugh straight at me

as i used to hear it

clear as the click of the dice we played

alive

and filled with mirth somewhere

in the veld, in a room

in rhythm with a song

i copied twenty one times to a cd

and played over and over

dancing and

dancing and

i see your eyes aware, blue

ever unruffled

as we sat at five under a navy dome

of harmony in the company

of empty tumblers

listening to the hiccup of the wind-pump's

jagged turn. fire peacefully

alight

sparking baby embers

throwing baby flames.

and their glow

competed with

the morning star

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i can smell it all even now