It's evening outside the burn unit
where this snapshot grafted in place
still cools the gutted page
has absorbed its memory :the album
all night filling with smoke
though the engine stopped and you
are standing alone, smiling.
To the side a faithful tree
with no leaves and those goggles
don't help --not yet but someday
a dependable dressing you will hear
years later as this tree still young
hear there were summers and rain.
Someone is working on it, a paper
you can eat in the open
and once in your bloodstream
rolls around and around
with all that laughter you forgot
as warm as if yesterday
--you must be having a great time.
*2012 WOOD COIN: Controversy! Blasphemy! Slander! Marriage!... Issue: Perchik, “****”