Poem: Three Dog Town

Three Dog Town

I said I loved you the morning we walked through
that three dog town, past the frayed candy color doors,
along the voluptuous mountains. You arose
from the fog, the mist a shawl on your shoulders,
you asked me the difference between Schubert
and Schumann. At the time, what I said didn’t matter,
but now I admit I don’t know, I never played the piano,
never went to the operas you thought I loved.
Now walking alone, capitulation a cane, a cat of mist
winding her tail and skirting under abandoned cars.