My First Time

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Spring, gray morn on path
Hike, geocache, happiness
Trees dropped a cold rain

Final days exploration. Out of book, near the heart. Therése leads the way. She didn’t mention Kilmer, which surprised me. January 2003, on a cold day. I met Marty later.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer, Trees

There’s even a rest stop, for goodness sakes.

Published. You Have Taught Me Well. Lucid, for a moment. Kevin was pleased.

Put down, then re-visit. You see things that were missed. Even so, the log pales in comparison. I’ve had good moments prior to now. It wasn’t all bad. Really though . . . “Here I sit all brokenhearted . . .”

Burroughs doesn’t have anything on me. Billy Roche. Free!

I was standing over there by the tomatoes
And here he come

Ray Stevens, The Streak


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