Happenstance and sometimes chance,
causes to gaze away

Quietly, nary a pebble rolls

Hot sidewalk in summer New York,
bless me o’ johnny pump

Long ago high risers of water cool
cascaded down upon me

Now I search for shade

Clear spirits and
tonic and lime can cure

Please let me run
the long line of your body

Tonight will fail to be timeless
without the knowing of you

Join me one time, just trust

There is no need
for any tomorrow

The day after…

Chagall 2019