if you will please excuse the absence from this space,
I have been out,
zipping around the streets of this city in the river valley
in the longest and hottest summer in my memory,
my arms wrapped around my driver of the white vespa,
only stopping for coffee and kisses.
feel free to roam around the corners of this space;
you may linger as long as you want
because poetic pasts are indeed worth drowning in
from time to time.
I’ll be back
and I would be glad to meet you here
or somewhere out there
with a sunburn and a drink in your hand.