the next morning at the vineyard,

after getting in late 




three dollars

 

 

colin says, don't define me by this

 

~

 

we're down at the dry creek

sitting on the bank

plinking stones into imaginary water

watching imaginary ripples 

 

 

not likely, i say

  

 

late night confessions, i say

he nods, late night confessions

 

plink

 

~

 

and me, i say, queer as a three dollar bill

as a three dollar bill, he says

 

i raise my eyes and smile

the worst is over

 

his blue eyes sparkle again

 

~

 

i love the colors here, olives and fawns

i love the air

 

he sits crossed legged

looking at something distant

 

what are you thinking about, i ask

what are you thinking about, he asks

 

~

 

fair enough, i say

 

where we're going, i say

if we'll remember this day in ten years

 

he unfolds his long legs and lies back

his hands under his head

 

look at the sky, he says

 

i lie back and look at the sky, so blue

so blue above that i can imagine the blackness just beyond, and do

 

i will, he says

 

~

 

i love the earth here, dry as dust

 

~

 

i let my eyes close

this time the silence is comfortable

 

what am i thinking—i'm thinking, imagining, engaging

in wish fulfillment

i can almost taste it, it's near, so near, just out of reach, ghostly

 

i sigh

colin says, me too

 

he says it quietly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2016-02-21 at 16:04

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Not many writers can capture the subtlety and complexity of an interpersonal moment so well as you. Even the silences are full of fine texture. I love the image of the sky so blue you can sense the blackness beyond. I also enjoy the slowly unfolding story of these characters.
2016-02-22


Nancy Sikora
What I like best about this is the comfortable companionship and the way communication exists even when nothing is said.
2016-02-21


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I am enjoying reading of Colin - he is steady, if you know what I mean - steadfast and willing to see beyond the accepted.

Elle x
2016-02-21


shells
So glad we have more, I can almost feel Colins relief somehow, we know there is no three dollar bill, so I think all is well. I enjoyed the colours.
2016-02-21



Hmmm ... is it ten years later yet? It doesn't matter because you will.
So much not said in this poem and so much implied.+
Ashe
2016-02-21



Aahh, I'm all dreamed up, relaxed, chilled. You leave me wondering what the confession might be, what has passed between the narrator and Colin to call for such a moment. But that's the way of it I guess.
2016-02-21