Howl At The Moon

Before

our streets 
of wind and 
cold.
Before
our Porcelain
tradition of
tea cups and 
sweets. 
We had
bursting hearts
at the 
Hacienda 
and 
hot water 
dreams
at 
coastal gone. 
We had 
the Moon
watching us
with
unexpected glee
as we howled
in the air
like wild coyote
and laughed
like children
on swings.