What few little things
We miss
Like this bush
Holding bulbs
Which shimmer

Are memories pinned
Along garlands
Whose length
Is a lifetime
Apart,

Where heirlooms
Wrap around doors
As their radiance
Clings
Over railings

For stretches of blocks
Here in Dyker
Just reminding
How bright
It all seemed –

Across avenues
Littered with stars
Passing bakeries
Old
Locking shutters,

Or diners alone
During Christmas
And wedding halls
Still
For one night.

Our window’s view
Hasn’t changed
Since those years
We dreamed
Altogether,

Eating pizza fresh
After hours
While following
Cars
Down each block,

Towards displays
Letting color escape
Thinking age
Might bring
Better angles

From future drives
Fearing dimness
Loses details
Youth
Only keeps.

• J. Pigno