does a rebirth consider love?
you know, the prolonging kind:
frozen goldbrown welltoasted leaves
or a regenerated thawing kind
forsaking an image of icefishing
past the evening-freezing-sunsetmoon?
or does a rebirth include love unrealized?
particles of a dream yet to come:
a romance unrequited
drowning mermaids parched from salt thirst?
maybe a rebirth embodies love’s lastdance/
a euphonic Viennesewaltz
gracing the grand Schönbrunn Palace ballroom,
or perhaps a Havana cigar and daiquiri machotango
sizzling fused souls dancing cheektocheek
partners helplessly melting
conjoined in a passionate arabesque?
I wonder who comes up with the guest list for this resurrection?
or is this tango closure,
a precluded process of elimination
with no options left to cross off a list,
the last crippled couple
broken down,
left with bitter herbs
yet craving nectar
dumped somewhere in a dancehall ashtray,
smoldering
Port St. Lucie, FL
6/6/2018