you, despite hostile terrain
could raise a signal bloom
to stop the lumbering tanks.
by the kiss of your disconcerting smile
spirits snap back two and
four score
with
sparks that rattle
two-bit pretenders.
we wanted to keep up,
but how can cubs
with rubber band paws
compete with dashing
mama bear?
the heat in your Fiat Brava
kept death and winter
at bay.
lipstick & smoke &
juicy fruit gum,
cordovan leather
belted at the waist
I miss
your rusty laugh,
donkey/Buddha
brawl about
who gets to reveal
the secret meadows
within you
that deserve to last forever
in debt to "The Nature of Things" by Lucretius
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