For JD How long it took to know, however hard we wished There was no return, no starting over for us – With an ocean between I recall a day in California The fire of summer inside Cool blessing of water nearby Our spirits falling to the clarity of desire and later Waist-deep in mountain […]
What have you done, little grey wing Flown the dark Atlantic to Cordoba Heard the poetry of Lorca Stolen a song of some ruiseñor Returned with them swelling your breast? Again, to the moon’s full glow Accompanied by crickets, the songs Filter through the lemon tree. The mockingbird awakens me. THIS is what I MEAN!!!