My Italian Friend --J.C. read a new version of "Now"

"Now" by David Hart

Let us embark now, you and I,
As evening splays out to
The blue-black sky.

Let us proceed through
Particular smooth stoned
Streets,
To incoherent rowdy
Retreats,
To white table-clothed
Restaurants,
To four
Star hotels with mints on
the pillows,
With cherished friends
And expound of noble great deeds,
And then,
To dancing streets that
Entice our feet.

And indeed this is now
This gallant moment in
Time.
Gales of laughter now
Skyrocket through
the roof twirling
in the warm dark sky, then bounce
now down to tickle the
tops of our heads.

The time is now
And always will be.
No time for the past.
No time for the future.
They don't really exist.
Now exists.
Now will be the moment.
Now will always be the moment.
Forever, now.