On my trip to Banning I enjoyed

A forgotten sense of freedom in solitude.

On my trip to Banning I found

An old friend who could not find joy in our reunion.

I found an old dog named Cinder who has become

The center of her focus.

--An old dog who barked at me the two days I spent there.

I found an old friend who is no longer able to cook or clean for herself.

On my trip to Banning I found a woman, a friend,

In a prison of solitude.

--James

Copyright July 5, 2006 by Judith Leigh Bailey for James, Poet

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