I remember spontaneity
9 pm phone calls discussing plans for the nightfall.
I remember the city.
The lights,
the cars,
the stars,
the star on the mountain.
Do you remember The Fountains?
Now, that was shopping.
I remember enjoying shopping
bar hopping, be-bopping on the microphone.
I remember the stage,
the joy of achieving congregated laughter,
what a disaster we have become.
I remember denying the opportunity of the church door
being too tired,
naked,
too hungover.
I remember children in the playground’s sand,
immigrants being Americans
A confidence in a Constitution,
a hope for retribution.
I recall a melodic melody meant to maintain my sanity.
I remember hope for humanity,
What I would not do.
