To Summons the EverLasting

the cold air crept in
upon the muted breeze -
a thoughtless whisper
a long last breath -

the sea gull's heartache
echoes thru the now-empty
streets

............Once the hope
of Spring filled w/ promise,
girls in sandles began the work
of their golden brown tans

Now, a belly full of Guinness
a tin whistle & fond remembrances
rear rotund countenances of the past,
wilting upon each mind-breath
..of dream, to sumons the everlasting ...