It almost feels like summer,
breeze at the dusk, killing mosquitoes.
It feels like
Taking a stroll on National Mall,
On a summer night in front of Lincoln Memorial.
Playing Frisbee riding bike
On the meadow in front of the Capitol.

My summer in the capital
With you, him and her and them and myself alone

It feels like the humidity in the swamp, with jazz playing in the background
It smells like crab cake and french toast, out from the diners I frequent
It looks like the summer sky, cloudless, your eyes

The meadow the ducks, summer dress and birkenstock.
Brunch, breeze and bike, followed by more bike rides along the riverfront.

Sitting on the marble stairs of the Supreme Court
Dipping toes in Reflection Pool

Summer in D.C. oh how I much do I miss you and adore
Summer is a state of mind and so does love
But you never fail to give me the feelings of those above.xxoo

Like drinking water out of mason jars
Like reading through fake plastic glass
Like dressing in your grandparents bolts of fabric
Like holding an unfiltered cigarette
Or even better a wooden pipe…
Smoke swelling in closed mouths
And nostrils blowing in sailboat clouds
Down to the next not- Starbucks
To sit on a velvet couch with
Coral painted nails and a chai in hand...
You all can be like this.
With no workout clothes and
With at least two piercings in your nose
You all are like this soon enough.
Who gave you the idea to pick up the
Ukulele anyway?
Who gave you the idea to shave one quarter
Of your head?

We all did. We all are a
Fleet of individual sameness,
A want to stand out from the
Cookie- cutter looks,
But now we’re all cupcakes
With the same story but with
Different hooks
For hands, snagging the rest
Of us along.
With your identical twin lipstick
And Birkenstock feet.
The lack of shock we absorb
Gets lonely and depressing.
So lets all move to Montreal
And French kiss and knit
And maybe real soon the
Croissants will go stale
And it’ll be cool to live
In Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan.

I still long for a lot of things from you.
Like the smell of your room when you're peacefully dreaming.
Like the heavy beats in my chest when I'm about to kiss your neck while I'm spooning you.
Like the debate in my mind whether you'd like it or you'll like it a lot.

Oh pray that the summer could be more forgiving.
So we could run up to the hills
Lie under trees, tired from carving our names on their helpless barks
Watch the gaps between leaves and the sunlight piercing through
Draw scriptures on your skin.
Your blank page of a skin.
Always ready for a masterpiece.
Already, in itself, (if I may correct myself) a masterpiece.

I still long for the moment
After your sweating forehead gives way to your radiance.
After your legs stop working from hiking grounds of brown and green.
Icky damp, cracking dry.

I still long to see you
Playing on the river
Skipping stones
Soaking your heels.

Shaking off sand
Stuck in your Birkenstock.
Collecting stones you find fancy.
Writing our names on the sand.

Lean your head against my shoulder
Tired from all your adventure
Selfishly keeping each monumental seconds
Safely in our private album.

I still long to long for you.
Through summers,
Through seasons.

the red glow, gentle, not as vertiginous as the air,
is saved only by its ethereal nature
from being swept up into the churning night.

it is this same nature that condemns it to
suffuse into the blooming blue lambency-
which is now green. and now peach.

even feigning surprise becomes impossible
in this place of transmutation
when examined by the soul

those with physical forms are not spared either
but some are more mutable than others:

peach juice, for example, ripens with glycerol, and relinquishes
its color when it diffuses into wine
which holds its color, no matter the light
and will seep through fabric, when conditions are right
like every other form of nectar here

so be free of it, drop it all on the ground
making little mounds of cloth, little
mole-hills in the dark

which blend less, but
black-and-white houndstooth
perfectly matches a brown
Birkenstock (or bag) in our own
personal heaven.

Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling,     Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
  u've become the AlphaBabe,    

Clementine deep in the    cavern,   
coming out    on a hidden canyon
Excavating for a mine
she'd discovered a subterranean jungle
Paradise & decided there & then [sub·ter·ra·ne·an
to return:  ˌsəbtəˈrānēən/adjective:   subterranean
existing, occurring, or done under
                        nnnn the earth's surface.
secret; concealed.
"the subterranean world of the
behind-the-scenes television              power brokers"
Origin

early 17th century:            from Latin subterraneus
(from sub- ‘below’ + terra ‘earth’) + -an.

   to return to stay; [   -an
suffix
suffix: -an
1.
forming adjectives and nouns, especially from:
names of places.
"Ohioan"
names of systems.
"Anglican"
names of zoological classes or orders.
"crustacean"
names of founders or leaders when referring to them as sources.
"Chomskyan"
2.
CHEMISTRY:         forming names of organic compounds,
                                 chiefly polysaccharides.
"dextran"nn             Origin:             based on Latin -(i)****,
     -aeus, adjectival endings.            an
an,ən/determiner
                            determiner: an
    the form of the indefinite article
               (see a) used before words
       beginning with a vowel sound.
an-1        .                        prefix: an-
variant spelling of a-1 before a vowel
                    (as in anemia, anechoic ).
Origin:         Origin
from the       Greek.
an-2
prefix
prefix: an-
variant spelling of ad- assimilated
                                   before n (as in annihilate, annotate ).
an-3             prefix: an-                    variant spelling of ana-
        shortened before a vowel                 (as in aneurysm ).
a
ā,ə/determiner: an
1.                                    used when referring to someone
    or something for the first time
             in a text or conversation.
"a man came out of the room"
used with units of measurement (                      ) to mean one such unit.
                                 "a hundred"
one single; any.
"I simply haven't a thing to wear"
used when mentioning the name
of someone not known to the speaker.
"a Mr. Smith telephoned"
someone like (the name specified).
"you're no better than ******"
2.               used to indicate membership
                 of a class of people or things.
"he is a lawyer"
3.
used when expressing              rates or ratios; in, to, or for each; per.
"typing 120 words a minute"
                                 Origin
           Middle English: weak form of ān ‘one.’
a-1               prefix: an-
not; without.
"atheistic"          Origin          from Greek.
ana-              prefix: an-
1.        up.
                    "anabasis"
2.     back.
                 "anamnesis"
3.                again.                "anabiosis"
Origin:                from Greek ana ‘up.’ [                   ]Dwelt a miner,
49er     And his daughter,  Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling,     Clementine
      You have gone & become
         AlphaBabe forevermore
               Darling, Clementine

Light she was like a fairy
And her wrinkled soles      
              were size  nine
Herring bone corset,         dancing    
         *******;
Birkenstock s         on  her big feet

Oh my darling,    oh my darling
Oh my darling,        Clementine
You have gone & become an [        ]         AlphaBabe-
             forevermore;
Darling, Clementine

   Drove she the Ugly ducklings to
        the water
Ev'ry morning            just at nine
Hit her        foot against a rock &
accidentally Baptized Herself in (           ) the foaming brine;

Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling,     Clementine
       You are gone & become the AlphaBabe
           forevermore;
Don't pity me,      Clementine;

lips painted Ruby Red                   outside the roadhouse
Blowing  pink                                bubbles popping her gum,  
                           soft and fine
But, alas,           I was no *******
So I lost my Clementine
:|
Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

How I miss her! How I miss her!
How I missed     my Clementine
But I *****           her little sister
I&            forgot my Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling,     Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
To become    the AlphaBabe:  
                         Clementine