what I remember most are days
when the sun bled through thick drapes
and the sound of her laughing
the scent of marijauna and fine incense
a large unabridged dictionary on antique barrister cases
all the words flowing
and her laughter like honey sticks even now
long nights and loud music
ritual spiraling through victorian rooms
(body paint and LSD)
afternoons in the garden swinging in hammocks and drinking wine
road trips to nowhere in an old station wagon and a beret on her head
silence in tents and drums beating hard
hot summer days and large gatherings
(she always wore sarongs)
late night bonfires, flickering eyes and the ghost of Jung
Sacred silence.
searching behind closed doors,
lost loves and candles lit
witchcraft with a Brandy Alexander
on an eastlake table
summoning her soul back
squaring the circle only to watch it unravel
only to watch it unravel
only to watch it unravel
Jefferson Airplane and Uriah Heap echoing everywhere
a staircase like a tower and broken
fireplaces like dreams
and still her laughter
remains
Mariah
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