Old poem, rewritten.

[asindreams]

jacaranda days
I heard you cradled in distant arms
with radar ping, metronome tick,
and lark's call sounding the proof
that you were not near anymore-
continental divide: divide us!

a fruitful dialectic bloomed
our straddling was a paradox
a joy that relished twilight
but stumbled in the dark
for hyperbole or fulfillment

laughing in the grocery store
at drunks buying steamed rice,
we loaded creaking carts-
i felt kinship, a connection
we'd constrict to one season

but come some tendrils even today!
weeds alight only to be pulled,
those are the footholds you kick
in our moment's slowly eroding cliff-
the blossom of our jacaranda days.

And though these leaves from autumn trees are lovely
Winter's withered palm turns Summer's hand to fist.
Now cannot wait for Spring to tumble forward,
so this love that way's condemned to just desist.