Something Approximating a Traditional Sonnet

Wander thru this springtime haze

admiring the lack of rain.

Silent memory of the day

when you danced in to slow the pain.

A Sunday night    it was June 6

outside the Globe   right in the street.

Your dancer shape    your endless kiss

w/o a care to be discreet.

As I go through another car

& help the shadow dissipate

& the like the flower seeking star

satisfied I’m not too late

to pick you up    hold you close     look

into your laughing eyes     

& as the playwright said tonight

be shipwrecked  in  your  dancer  thighs.

11:48P - April 20, 2001

On the side of I-5 near 516