Dawn Oberg Rye
I remember gallery kisses, disappearing glasses of rye
I'm just now reaching the point I can think of you and not cry
I keep a portable archive
Secret exhibit on view
And in it I mix a potion with distilled visions of you
And I learn there's no mixology so kind
The finest rye will always bring you to mind
When I taste that grain I find
Your memory won't be far behind
The finest rye will bring you back to mind
I remember hiking in the Sierras, getting high and watching South Park
Making dinner and watching the valley turn dark
I recall you with your camera
Capturing gradations of light
Try to find you in that shuttered instant out of sight
And the drink I dream is comparably kind
