He was a park ranger
never got to say goodbye to his lover
never got to say hello to his future
just a flash and it was...
one rumor after another
following him everywhere
mirrors reflecting
worn lines of regret on his
dark face
don't ask what happened
he won't speak truth
even if he wanted
to open up to
you
look around for one
god
damned
minute
it's
enough to know
the inevitability
of
tragedy
Lights and Camera
keep him moving
towards
the empty hole in
the dirt
the empty
hole in
his heart
eager to
fill it
eager to
fill it
her hair, chestnut
the way it slid
off her shoulder when she leaned in
for a kiss
just a flash
and it was all gone
just a flash and
it was
all
gone
chestnuts tumbling off her shoulder
possibility
slipping off
the shoulder
of the
hightway
a teenage wreck on
the
pacific coast highway
in nineteen hundred and sixty-four
through the rails
into the ocean
again
so much salt and
water
down the drain
her hair still clogs it..
so much salt and water
down his face
everything becoming
a momento
even the smelling tangled rot
of her dark
chestnut
hair.