Lavender
sometimes I imagine
little misunderstandings
like wounded seagulls
crying for lost auroras
over 10 miles
of salt water beauty
and is it really regret if
the last thing I remember
is laughing at how
often I would stumble
over your glances
how they seem
to search for resolutions
but this is not an ending
just a new question
one that doesn’t
understand distance
or rain
because so much
can change in autumn
when we allow
the extraordinary
to be common
to refuse whisper setting sunlight
before evening song
and I still wish I could believe in forever
or at least something that resembled tomorrow
© 2013 John Casquarelli
(First published in Miracle)
