Gambling for this new night br Down in the hollows, br Drinking my watered down spirits, br Hoping to see real life- moonlit humanity br Strolling by br Or cycling like spark lengths of br A bitter poem; br It has been such a long while since I collected br That mammalian press, br Since she was one dozen of my flowers, br Or I caught her auburn turn underneath the br Receptive lights of a supermarket; br And the parking lot is filled with domestic br Ghosts, br And the lake down past the delinquent graffiti br Of the suburban grotto still br Floats rosy tampons like summer camp lotus’ br And I never did hold her hand; br I was just wishfull thinking somewhere br Lost in the middling crowd, br While the clouds got up to suntan above the sea, br And my family celebrated a long succession of br Birthdays under the homeless swing sets br And pine trees; br And I suppose I’ll never see her again, br That beautiful memory lost yet more quixotic than br Every wave in the advancing sea.