2 years

and all the days to come
is what is she said
and not what was
will ever win

yet what of the slides
and rides and rambles
in williamsburg fair
shall not be writ for to see?

not for all the noise and snow
and water lapping
at the nautilus of brooklyn
should i forget thee

at long last i will not fail
to gaze where we launched
a thousand hearts in the night
by the starspray of our own fire

these numbers will repeat
2-1-2 heartbeat
books, whiskey, rooftops
-all fleeting

a moment a dream
a flick of a bic
your memory an extender
a half-life longer than mine