Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Yesterday's Echos

  *Been a while since
the day I stood
abeam the aquas of Pacifica!
and I can't help
but to think to myself
how did I stop missing ya?

  *Cruised across the back-roads
and through the clear windshield
I looked at ya ...
straight at the eyes I knew,
those intimate things ..
whispers and fingers on my chins ..
were just a replica.

  *Off to the apron I walk
13 grassy steps to the Seneca ..
Luggage is set, a one man flight
far east towards the island of Failaka.  

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