long goodbye

by Gary Percesepe

where are you today?

where you are is the one thing

i love & cannot know


it always recedes

the memory of the last

time i saw your face


a great many things

were taking place on the day

that you disappeared


sliding out to sea

on the swollen niagara

with narrowed channels


our precious love affair--

what was it but a tempest

in a cracked teapot?


but some storms remain

potent as glittering trash fire

smoldering inside

filled with regret like

dirty straw in the stable

our combined horseshit


meanwhile up ahead

in the gathering shadow

the past waits for us