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.