Palm Springs Weekend: Last Day’s Verses
Of windmills and of the scorching sun
Of dreams alive and dreams long gone.
Of long and short farewells made lovelier, more poignant
When bubblies ease the parting pain.
Of family. I love.
And for three seconds hate.
And love again even more.
Of family: Lovely and flawed.
But always first to love and lift you up.
Without and with judgement on occasion.
Always with love.
Past. Present. And future tense.
Of food. For thought.
Of wine. For passion.
And for sparkling memory
Of joy we all inhaled and share.
I write to stain these pages
With laughs and heartbreak
With falls and soars.
And leave a hundred pages pure
For future days to write about.
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Palm Springs | Sacramento