Less Retrospect

There’s desert behind them.
She’s in a leather hat.
He’s leaning on crutches.

They’re wearing sunglasses
And big idiot grins.
New place; new adventure.

The idea is to stay
And bake the whole summer.
Make art. Make love. Write books.

Busily unemployed
In a near silent town
Under the sandstone cliffs.

Now memory leans in,
Wanting desperately
To start foreshadowing—

Little did they know, ah
So little did they know.
Stop right there. Quit it now.

Where are you this moment
As you encounter this?
Ah, little do you know.