Amber Days
Walking down the street with a smart lady
in Berkeley on one of those amber days.
The sun, high and warm on your skin, but maybe
the air is cool and crisp cause the fog lays
just off shore. You pass one of those used book
stores with the cat asleep in the window, past
the laundromat and someone that might look
like you eons ago. You make your mocha last,
long as possible cause you love her dearly,
enjoy her company, and are honored
by the trust that you keep her secrets securely,
and you will, you want this moment preserved,
something to look back on without anger
or guile. A lovely time captured in amber
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