manner
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