amazing how a few desert clouds and a breakfast table shared with an arizonan girl can not only pull up sounds, tastes, worries, and smells of precious time spent with a grandfather, but can act as a reminder that you once were a boy and then at some point between then and now, the innocence [...]
Archive for August, 2008
every time
i have to drive on broadway
i hit every single red light
and i sit impatient, thinking
about whatever i think about
when i’m not trying to think
about anything in particular
like the woman on the bench
or the clouds coming up over
point loma towards downtown
or someone i keep forgetting
to telephone and catch up with
or a book i want to read [...]