Away from the alluvium (dedicated to Roy Orbison)

All thoughts leave for the subway
As the temperature equilibrates
He sang that this life fades away
I write, precisely for that day.

She is listening to the winds of shore
Western classics; running out of stores
The optimist he was, lines he chose;
Are floating through the waves of yore.

And as the Sun comes out
Bathed in a sea of hopes
She sees a surfer far away
Wind, his companion; dawn, his day.
Ocean welcomes her feet
As the firm hand catches hers;
They speed towards the Sun
To the other side; of approaching dusk.