5848. OF UNCERTAIN DERIVATION

OF UNCERTAIN DERIVATION

You were not my first intention : I'd spent many

nights beneath the bridge, hiding for sleep beneath

the trestle. Easy food was everywhere; all those

stupid restaurants and the things they'd throw out.

Candli-lit dinners for two where I'd watch the

intended lovers dining at the windows : dim light,

another course, another glass of 1960's wine.

'Born Yesterday'; I knew it as a book, they knew

it as a wine. We stood our ground together  -  two

kids on two bikes, running midnights beneath

the elevated westside highway. Strange creatures

 roamed the docks and wharves around us.

We took solace in their company, as would

two lambs among the wolves. So strange

to think back now.