But I Wish: A poem for my Sister Chambier

Wind swept south from Sonoma
Nighttime caught up with me 
In the forgotten marsh
Roll away...the dew...
Memories of Sis hover
Like familiar UFOs
Re-igniting a thousand points 
of Christmas lights
Tripping at the Fillmore
With Butterfield and the Dead
Blanketed by Chandler’s mist noir
The Bridge to Forever is gone.
I thought you and I 
Were going to cross it
To savor the view
And save the world...
But smoke and mirrors obscured
A reflection we didn't recognize
Until it was too late. Again.
Dragon Lady
I miss our hysterical duets of laughter
But I wish 
You’d never lit that first cigarette.