Passing Thoughts
Emotional tides have receded
And I am left with beaches full of mental driftwood.
Dark,
Wet,
Rainy,
Empty-streeted,
Morning
Everyone else must have opted to stay home.
Old music on the radio
"Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock-n-roll"
Remember that party and Lynn Sonnenburg?
You couldn't wait till it was your turn.
Remember when you saw her later?
How much you both changed.
"Looking back on when I was a little nappy headed boy."
My first radio,
A white banana seat,
Riding Glenn Geck on the handle bars home from school.
Kickball in the street.
See how the sun illuminates those clouds,
Glowing against a still dusky sky,
In my mind I can hear the strike of a match and the hiss of a Coleman stove,
The smell of kerosene and coffee means its morning.
Hear the songbirds.
What kind of bird is that?
Feel the chill.
If only I could smell campfire smoke.
It'd be like the place on the coast,
Remember the first time we went crabbing?
26 crabs in one day.
What a lovely walk through the driftwood on my beach.
