Slight Adonis

those wind-capped hills were
exceptionally cold today.
I remember you came, with
that old trench.
you said you weren't sure if
you should, what with the
weather.
not that mattered, but still.
you usually come around when
I'm not ready.
It was good to get out of that
place.

newsstands
and trains, broken ceiling fans.
what was going there all about?
you smiled that twisted way,
and I laughed.
you became taller, and your
beard grew thick.
The rocks felt oddly rough
on my boots.

I've never been used to those
skies, but you were born into
them.
guinevere is beautiful.
your eyes got more tolerant.
anyone could fall here.

night, was always like you.
the stars were some friends.
those gusts got more bitter.
strange that a bird would come
up to you.