First breath, fort smith
on a snowy afternoon
willits to cecile street
south bay, the wedding
east bay to chico
shakey's chicks, birth of a son
the big valley to north bay
seasons of my father
politics, wine, the divorce.
The river, where everything
unknown became known.
high tea at withywindle
a failed love, a lost love
the candlelight vigil
main street lullaby
birth of a grandchild
naked writings
ladies of the penhouse.
Into the desert, vegas
land of perpetual light
where everything known
became unknown.
the color of mango
I look to the moon
seeking familiar.
cicadas buzz in mesquite
mojave palette
magik connects with spirit
ancient ones guide my way
to friends tarnished, laudably.
seeking familiar.
I can relate, Leslie. I appreciate your unique way of sharing via your verses. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Infinity in three marvelously fresh stanzas. If this hasn't
been published, I hope you'll see to it soon. The New Yorker
springs to mind. -gene.