sudden cloud break
unmapped roads
stars
upon leaving the Chinese garden
where a hundred and more
paper lanterns
in trains of flickering light
floated magically
across dark waters
you stopped to look up
to marvel
marveling to count
the stars—ten glimmering
through a sudden cloud-break
an even greater delight
to compound the pleasure
of the garden
then half in jest you sought
gallantry: a coat thrown
across a shimmer of rainwater—
it wasn’t royal treatment
you were hoping for
but rather adoration . . .
passion . . .
love . . .
it’s what you said
and meant I suppose
having once followed
those same stars north
from Louisiana to Alaska
in your ‘59 Olds
unmapped roads ahead
a child of six months
growing in the backseat



Lovely
Dreaming like the small voyager in the back seat - what a beautiful piece of writing.