30 On

I remember 30 years ago-snow on the sleeves of my coat

Houses on Clinton Avenue wrapped in solitude

The lamps on the street-lighting like t.v.

Where could solitude take us in the world

Was there life before death-could we go out dressed like this

Who would understand what we couldn't express

We were lost to it as soon as we were free with music time disappeared

I remember you with that cigarette failing your second drivers test

You could only see patterns of annoyance through your hair