we speak
of Frank Sinatra
Fred Astaire
our lips move
in dialogue
we don’t remember
as our words
evaporate
in the air
but the conversation
we don’t have
hangs forever
between us
other writing
a dream almost remembered
you are
just out of reach
like a dream
almost remembered
on waking
just wind
to stand by
what you say
by doing
what you do
is integrity
anything less
is just wind
how little we know
how little we know
of people
until
it is too late
to let them know
we learned
standing still
standing still
is like dying
better to move
toward or away
from whatever
is holding you
still
a door closing
the sound of
a door
closing
as I walk
away
toward another
future
that night between cars: for M
that night
we fell asleep
on the driveway
between my car
and yours
why didn’t I
pick you up
carry you inside
and love you
like I loved you
all the years
before
and all the years
after
that night
we fell asleep
between cars
a good day
red wine
in my glass
the sun
on my face
a breeze
in the air
an image
in my head
a good day
to be thinking
of home
standing guard
palm trees
stand guard
against the sea
I stand mute
in admiration
thoughts of home
the sun
comes goes
as do thoughts
of home
Leonard Durso 