Paper bags and pastry dough
Are your canvases
(Sometimes a hot cocktail dress)
The last time you came to Kona
I left before your reading
Missed the chance to take your photograph.
I was in a hurry to see someone
Who was not in a hurry to see me
And I’m sorry.
I feel like I should know you
Better than I do
After all these years
And I’m honored to be among those
You hold dear
But not deserving.
Let’s take advantage of this mild winter
Meet for coffee, a drink, words
Tell me your story
And I’ll tell you mine
I’ll take your photograph in black and white
On some dark street corner
And I’ll tuck it into my copy of 10 Letters
And tell people,
I knew you.