I had such plans
We have ridden all
Of the carnival rides
Gone fast and around
Up and down on
Ponies and in cars
And always start and
Always return where we
Began I guess that
It’s true that saying
That the foul always
Come home to roost
I’m coming back to
You Muenster in Denver
The last and brightest
Years of life together
It rained when I
Was in Paris it
Rained a cold rain
The kind of rain
That when felt chilled
I went to Paris
Running from things wishing
To leave them behind
But with every droplet
I remembered and soon
In Paris I wept
Paris to me was
The mothers arms needed
When I finally remember
I remember only good
I let the bad
Be carried down river
Like falls fallen leaves
To be spun soaked
And submerged beneath
The heavy cold and
Turbulent waters of time
Once when I was
Younger a lover rented
A garret an awful
Hole in the wall
Stuck way up on
A forgotten floor of
A home whose only
View could be seen
From there and from
There the city fanned
Out like a favorite
Bedtime story calling us
To dream the kinds
Of dreams lovers do
This morning brings hope
The night’s been long
An eternity really as
We’ve waded through disquieting
Secrets and shaken trust
There is crippling pain
When at first truth
Is exposed after lies
It takes us awhile
To try again trust
Flees quickly once freed
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 