San Francisco, California

we still have 30

some things must be felt to be known

and this i know

i know i will remember 

the poetry 

we spent summer nights wrapped in each other

i know i will remember

sitting on your front porch

on the creaky steps 

in a forest of light and leaves and cigarette smoke

when the traffic melted into breezes

and knowing you are 

all at once

and knowing the levels were, are, will be connected

and the bridges fire-proof

and we have insurance besides

we still have 30

i'll feed the birds

and you'll make the words come alive

everything will be more than it really is

we'll move to seattle 

and open a bookstore

i'll have a cat

and you'll make the words come alive

someday you'll know what you already know

you'll make the words come alive

because we still have 30