See three smiling cousins,
around age eight,
spattered with mud, after
an afternoon spent playing
in the sodden, low spot in the yard
One eye, a black button had come undone
His matted faux fur bleached from the sun
On school yard, playgrounds, and grandma’s front stair
With Ann, Mr. Buckles went everywhere
Bright lights and long nights
Lots of laughter and music
The summer days were long.
The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.
Beckon us to the sea.
The heat of hot days.
Thaw our cold hearts.
The beauty of Monterey coastline.
Purify the sadness and losses of living.
I remember you.
Waiting for me on the sand.
You called me the laughing Poet.
A fugitive and faithful friend.
You were my sanctuary and imperfect Angel.
Your blue eyes would watch the waves dance on the shore for hours.
Allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.
Even though I didn’t tell you enough times, I always cared.
Perhaps you always saw it in my eyes.
Now I’ve blown my chance, and I’ll never get to tell you,
But you were worth waiting on in the rain.
Because all I ever wanted to be,
Do you remember the night
We walked through town
Mystery whispering in our ears
As we walked past
Medieval buildings of stone
And chiseled faces of statues
Looking at us across centuries
I desperately wanted to touch you
To take you into my arms
As we neared the river