on any given holiday

a cold breeze 

trembles my memory

and i wonder

where are you now?

it was a blue heat

that took me away 

from you

and a bull and some horns

that kept you there

o wherefore art thou regrets

they play 

fancy are my fantasies

of you in a blue dusk

and the heat between us

won’t thaw this distance away

as i remember you

on this here holiday