The Day of Abandon

Dreaming years ago today quite possibly

Tomorrow the path of eschewment leads

To an amiable pavilion where we toss all

Our favorite vices over a neighbor’s fence

Dreaming we hear whoever has tears for us

Must be this rain henceforth to be called

The sad-thing-about-life-is or maybe to be

Called why-should-we-not-hear-us dreaming

Heavenly aspirations happen at least twice

A day these days dreaming we unlike our

Fathers unlike our mothers we’re dreaming

Our way through sambas till the rain stops

Dreaming we could lose us in this trouble we

Are dreaming we should leave us on the double