flashing by -
it comes and goes
in plateaus

deep deflecting eyes,
warm sweat and cold beer,
a triad of dancers

an unpaired sock
on the first drawer
of the bedside table

the daylight
reaching your face
through the semi closed blinds

flashbacks of a smile,
an echo of a closing door,
the smell of cigars

are gentle memories
of a very different reality -
one year ago
(more or less).