Phillip Garcia Poet Free verse

Then the World Died

for Jessica

Orchards recurring: Two twenty year olds 
on dissimilar paths undaunted by love’s 

tapestry approaching exclamatory 
yields of apricot musk and peach marmalade 

their unified voice.  It was you.  Tonight you’ll take
me in Albuquerque sex 10,000 miles away.

I’m walking home from Dane Smith Hall thinking of
Houston - how it’s become a common noun I’ve told

you about while outside the fraternity house
and it’s increasingly proper status

watching us smoke cigarettes.  Our unspoken
thoughts vanish.  Grey.  White.  Blue.  Oncology.

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Darren White April 29, 2017 at 12:40 PM I am not sure if I understand it all, Parts I do yes, and some parts are extremely lovely:"Two twenty year olds on dissimilar paths undaunted by love’s // tapestry approaching exclamatory // yields of apricot musk and peach marmalade // their unified voice. It was you. Tonight you’ll take // me in Albuquerque sex 10,000 miles away." And there's an unmistakenly sadness, and a timeless picture of young people in the sun. Darren White April 29, 2017 at 2:56 PM Marmalade is a cool word, so is tangerine. I wrote a poem with a cyclone and a cyclops in it today, what a coincidence Phillip Garcia April 29, 2017 at 12:53 PM It's about getting swept up in a cyclone of cyclical escapism (and also about how marmalade is a cool word) or something like that.