Friends are the only angels that truly exist And this is the only world we will see, Thus gain of a friend's a true gain And dearly remembered, As we should do, Ever Shall. My mind often wanders to my first good dear friend When we spent our youth in the Mojave And we bonded and shared our lives. We two faced the desert As we should do,Ever Shall. Along the Colorado two friends went hunting. Searching the tules with my b...
In my youth we lived in San Diego, Or rather I should say, in Chula Vista. I was a youngster, watching the big show. The world was mine, flowering with delight. Nothing was lost to my eyes all aglow. Climbing up into the arms of a tree I watched the scary bull-dog down below. Those were they days when you wandered alone And always were left to learn, to just grow. Getting back home in time to have supper That was the impo...
MOVING OUT The books are packed, taken from the shelves where they have sat for years, their titles waking memories with their silent words. I’ve taken down paintings from the walls, and photographs of my children, their youthful skin from years ago now showing wrinkles as I place their pictures in a box, and now the walls are bare, the memories to be carried to another wall, somewhere. I’ve emptied out the drawers of bat...
the homeland enters the main veinher incomparable scent penetrates each body cellone stunning aroma after anotherthirsting for her, beyond any measurein hunger pangscaptive in intense longingetched in permanence into memorymy childhood in many of her spacescarefree years of my youththe magic of my early adulthoodunrivaled,in the flesh and the blood,distant memories,reappearing as experiencesone corner of the homelanddisti...
