I needed you a heart-friend to share horizons of solitude. Your green almond eyes sparkled. To awaken as women you wanted us to show our vaginas. I kept searching for myself any self at all beyond language beyond meaning beyond senses beyond symbols. 1986, Chernobyl assailing the earth I gave birth to a son feeling death in life.
Seasons change with the wind.
We are aging like everything else. I have not yet heard from you. Bright orange maple leaves flirt with cold air as if restlessly desperate for a damp lover. Men and women fall in love make love leave love and will love mysteriously so long as rivers wash away residues of humanity. I am a comb without teeth.