Lykke

Part 4. of The 21 Malaise Planes

Lykke.

When I’m gone like JL

I’ll soar across the door to find

Someone in a bath of water tears

Then in the ear whisper Daydream-

Our daydream, those years ago,

Demanded that I go first and I’m sorry

To have thrown the dreams our bread and stove

Recorded when our molecules and promises

Went rinsing in the river. Imagine, like second

Nature, these timeless and multiple lives.

Long ago we were skating here

Blowing strands around the crest

I never left you, Oh Yoko.

-KR