Hard to Say

” they know each other but who /
………………………………………….. drinks / from a mirage”

                                                                        —Sonia Bueno



Sometimes it seems like that

                                                 ……. unreal
the love of hallucinations
moreso now than then
as if driving a coast road on a new day
sea blinding on the left, calm
with sequined motions, stiletto horizon
running its blade south to north   far
                                                             …… ……. far off
we swing through bends,
ride asphalt swells with top down
and soon or suddenly              (hard to say)
we’re in breeze-driven mist
in a trough between two hills wherein unsure
we eventually capitulate to inevitability
when at once or with time
………………………………………..      (hard to say)

substance morphs into
mirage

Jim
5/15/18