To Paul

when i first fell in love with you
a decade and a half ago

it was a manic day
spent looking for the golden gate

a comedy of errors and of laughs
(we'd still used maps

you drove and I had coffee
in circles guiding us

i loved you sight unseen
on icq and irc

in luxembourg and oregon
in matsumoto and kyoto

you helm the bus
i wrestle with my japanese

and in that boarding house we joke
then sleep (on separate beds

I am not here in this cafe
on this dark rainy lovely day

in a motel somewhere
in california I rest

late night in polished bathroom
where the air is wired to light

you sleep out there
and I here write