The Sand Hill Review http://www.sandhillreview.org
2004
East
Bay
for Diane 1984
Love arrived in a startling
burst,
a blossom sprung free
unaware it’s still winter.
It is early in the evening,
too.
Beneath the vibrant bottle
brush
Whose wire red blossoms don’t
conceal.
We picked this tree
as a reminder of how
temporary
everything is, even goodbye.
The sun retreats past our
words,
over the Bay, toward the
other continents
We try to squeeze everything
in.
But settle on a kiss
that lasts too long for two
women
who don’t know each other
well.