Oh, gosh

That happened so long ago we'd all nearly forgotten it entirely. In fact, I think we did. Forget it. Another atmosphere or set of sun struck vines. Another of your very many illuminations. The tv has been turned off for weeks. Who could want it on at a time like this?

Neglected

The baby at the seashore,
mid-August, again
sun roiling all about it
the draft and the dingy,
your gem my what have
you, to give? her erstwhile
pretending it's Ellicott Bay
and you, pocket laden
illicit and out-to-be-anywhere
elsewhere, small cots
cats in cradle-style, bamboo
struck as a net to encase
hold and persist in belief
and the what in god's
name are you doing it for?