Inspired by "Cities and Memory" from Invisible Cities
Isidora I implore you
let's not wait until we've weathered and grown cold,
to one day turn to one another, remarking how days flew.
Isidora may I be so bold
let's not wait to see which way the wind will blow
let's not hesitate until the house is sold
Lover, let us leave with the geese now in migration,
let us chase the changing season,
let's capture now the same emancipation
that turns the leaves to brilliant gold and crimson.
Isidora let us flea before time itself escapes us,
Lover could there be a better reason?
Isidora minutes waste while we discuss
let's depart before desire turns to memory, before we return to dust.