To Bose and Abdul

Bright babes like you
Remind me of the one I once had
Golden, strong and ambitious
On some days I wonder about age
About time and the movement of it
About how to keep a dream alive
Nurture it as days mount days
About being vast and free
About being young everyday
This is the summary of it

I hold a story upright
Of how someone disappears into the dark
Appears in a poem, in a line
In an odd story with no theme
Stories that almost fade off in familiarity
They pass the first reading
And come back when the mind is away
Because the consistency stays
The deliberate showing up
Is what sparks up the flair.

LARDO