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,


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.