Deep in a park in Retiro
You are lying on your back
And the sound of the oars cutting through the water
And the feel of the shade
The ever-loving black
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes you die then, too
Sometimes the world is awful
Sometimes it's pretty cool
And that's where I'll be going when the all-consuming doom
Gathers up my body and throws it out of view
Retreating to the good place is all I know to do
To close my eyes and quickly be back next to you
And Sunlight
My open bag at noon
And cafes on the lakeside
And you
And you