i woke thinking of him

i have thrown away all souvenirs
coffee cups and postcards
emails
palpable things

but i woke thinking of him

i live in thunder alley

summer in the city..

there is an old saw that mentions devils hands and idle playgrounds
or something in that neighborhood.
and so playground time and devils hands have been restricted for now.
alas.. the rocks and stones of outrageous fortune make aim a bit crooked
and the only thing to handle is the present moment.

tonight a first evening of drinks and meetings in my new york apartment
the familiarity of the new friends finding the easy way to spend time together in an enterprise of joint passion.

when we were young, it was the jockeying for position that happened when the wine came out, the veiled glance, the question about who sleeps with who
for the upcoming incarnation..
so.. no.... such thoughts in the air.. but possibility... not really.....
but one returns to old patterns , familiarities...
creating a new life is trick



work on the new play intensive begins
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