poem for ("Okay, bye bye now. Good luck with everything in your life!") Cute Tim

VINCENT, (2)

this morning a blimp was blocking 53rd Street
as inexplicable and final as a sigh
when you are about to say why you did sigh
but it is already done and we will never
be happy together again never sure and
I felt if I walked all the way to the Hudson
through the electrical (artificial spring) air
I would not be able to pass I
would not be able to meet you on the other shore
but here you are in a gust of wind with
your bronze turn-out smiling shyly on the velvet
light my depression drifts off into the blue theatre
why did you sigh anyway why did I notice
a sheet flaps in the wind a pillow hits the floor
we are laughing as time collapses around us
on the Palisades-Columbus-Avenue-Love-Bed-Awards


-- Frank O'Hara