March 16, 2014
I Told You
First, I must join the masses in a deafening chorus, begging please, please...
I can't be cold
another day. I can't slip
every time I raise my eyes
from the pavement beneath my
salt-stiffened winter running
shoes. But look, Spring is coming!
No, that's a blizzard. You will shovel for two hours -
15 degrees, 30 mph winds. You will give up
and use your neighbors driveway to plow
your spent Subaru the rest of the way
to the road that looks more like a trail.
God bless the humans who walk their happy dogs daily.
I'm ready to pay to live in
California - where the avocados are 5 for $1, the pumellos quench your thirst, the artichokes run rampant
The waves have no sense of self-preservation - crashing, repeatedly. No mercy. You never stop. You never give up.
It's maddening. You're maddening. And brilliant. And I can't stop thinking about you, the way you whistle, you sing, and always have something to say. I want to hear it all.
Let's have a cup of joe
and chat awhile. I'll just sit here quietly. Come a little closer, please. I'll stay right here. You make me still... not many things do.
Las Trampas, San Francisco, Dungeness Crab, Berkeley, Big Sur
Highway 1.
Three years ago my master plan was thwarted. I'm glad it was. But the dream is alive again. I've caught the scent of the ocean, the taste of the sea. I know again
The best part is, I'm not alone this time.
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That's good stuff. I was wondering recently when you'd write again, and yes it is that good.
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