Sand Trap
A vast green sea of grass
in a desert of sand
we walked until the oasis
of fake sand was at hand
A destination of pro golfers
we were so out of place
sitting in a sand trap on hole 9
smoking pot
smoking cigarettes
wishing we had brought water
Talking
talking all night
I don’t think I’ve ever talked as much — ever since
I said everything
I probably could of talked even more
if the deep coldness of the desert didn’t set in
& then we had to stumble
in the dark to find
our way back to the comfort of society
sleep it off
and try again
I haven’t thought about you for years
but found a bundle of the letters you wrote
before the digital age of degradation
and years of separation
phone calls now leading
to disconnected landlines
spanning our spark farther and farther apart
I hope you are well and living your dreams
-- Linda Vigil