The bicycle has ridden itself away
into a storm cloud
just off the horizon line
The new ways adopt the old style
to appear stylish
crushed felt. daisy. black modest skirt. white blouse.
Camphor dulls the effects of the ether.
Chalk dust & a surplus
of unused digits; in my country
we say "friend" but mean "accountant."
She asked about white balance
but what could I tell her.
So much coffee in these veins
She has a whiff of 2004 about her.
Summer's incandescent glow was something
less than expected. Insouciant gloss, reverie.
"Do you miss me & want me to come to Oregon & hug you."