Was a Time When…

Was a time when
nothing was shelved for another day

When, lacking A.C., our windows allowed
the cacophony of Manhattan traffic
to ferment with our Streisand on the stereo
into an ethereal, essentially New York brew

When heartaches were daily doings and
lovers’ promises abstract

When Chinatown was
a neon-spangled dragon,
delicious, exhilarating, smelling of
sesame oil and sweet rice wine

When we’d shimmy on the sidewalk
to every lowrider blasting reggae

Now those days in the City
are an exquisite origami swan
swinging from the ceiling on a ribbon,
suspended over my head
over my half-closed eyes
from the drop ceiling
over my hospital bed

as my life reaches the coda of
its jazzy, dizzying blur

Slowly, veil upon veil of blissful,
mystic, magic memories featherfall
upon my last moments…

but not a single regret

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For the Sunday Whirl: Exquisite, abstract, spangling, ethereal, ferment, dragon, shimmy, origami, cacophony, coda, aches, shelved. FYI, it’s The Sunday Whirl’s first anniversary this week, so click on the link and check out what others have done with Brenda’s weekly “dirty dozen” words. The variety of thoughts, of what springs to mind and splashes on the page of each poet or writer, is quite amazing. Brenda Warren, BRAVA and thanks!

Also at my poetic nest, Poets United! Peace, Amy