Mellowed Memories
MELLOWED MEMORIES
Wish we were just married, my trusting
head upon your shoulder.
When we had so little,
Yet.... so very much.
And we seemed to have
truly, the magic touch.
Watching the fog, lift its
cover each dawn,
Like a deer, wakes each morning,
waking her precious fawn.
Really, we had so very little to eat.
But nonetheless we walked to Nortn Beach,
to be with other poets for a Capachino treat.
The San Francisco streets welcomed us.
We were enraptured of the hills!
Life, and the sheer glory of ...
Riding a shiny, orange, Muni bus!
7/18/2021
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