some days like today
when i am happy for no reason
and it feels like an old
california spring day
with that sea salt air
licking my heels
as i climb hills
like they’re my own collection
and when those two men
smiling and brown
moving large boxes
into a baby blue and bricked building
maybe they know how
your name drops in my mouth
like changing gears
on the autobahn
and i let it out
to tangle with the sunned branches
and surf the melody of its
full resonance
because it feels good
to see some form of you
even if it is invisible
even if it is the trace
of springs before
that will never be again.