Nights in late summer
When breezes smelt of sea and fishes,
We'd dress little Athena in her white chemise
take a ride on your Vespa
Along the promenade to stroll the jetty
Where we met one day in the rain.
Masts of shadowed boats
Punctuated warm village lights
that winked across the safe harbor
And lit up your eyes.
We'd traverse the jetty always to the end,
Your flip-flops tapping patterns on your heels
Mixed time with sea-swish on rip-rap below.
We'd return to our comfortable house in the cove
For salads and squid and ices
Make love on our balcony
Under a thick canopy of stars,
Drink our sweet coffees in the perfumed night
And talk about the next day.
now, far away
these nights in late summer
I rummage through remnants,
Weave together those rich scenes
Of long ago.
Could it be the cold winter nights
that keep lingering
Or the midnight sun
Colored by yearning
that cause the tapestry to twist,
Changing the fabric of what really happened--?
For there was never any house in the cove
those nights in late summer--
the truth is,
We walked the jetty only once
And you asked me not to cry.