Anniversary
Do you remember
dear old one
the War
was over
the moon
was a great paper lantern
the stars
were the eyes of sorcerers.
We rode high and fast
through the swollen black mountains
we were giddy with cold
and our newness –
we had to put the rag-top down
just to let the laughter out.
It was powder blue
a Packard,
no, I’m sure they called it powder blue –
say what, a DeSoto?
I don’t think –
a Packard, I’m sure of it.
Dammit, you always –
okay, a DeSoto then.
Still, three dollars and change
took us all the way
to Vancouver
and the Chinese dawn
those days –
well, sure
of course,
you are right, let them go.
But let me say this, at least:
the moon still hangs
over the mountains.