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San Diego 1975
Almost winter, on a random beach
a handful miles north of San Diego.
Still ignorant and unburdened by fear,
a skinny boy explores a tide pool.
Small colorful fish desperately
dance in a effort to escape the sting
of an ever present anemone.
My father’s voice, his summons,
shatters and overwhelms
all the noise of a Pacific surf.
Saigon had fallen, Nixon was gone
and Patty Hearst was everywhere.
Staring out the rear window of our
Volkswagen. A long forgotten
California passing before my eyes.
Lost in thoughts…
visions of a colorful fish,
dancing just within the grasp
of an ever present anemone.
Almost winter, on a random beach
a handful miles north of San Diego.
Still ignorant and unburdened by fear,
a skinny boy explores a tide pool.
Small colorful fish desperately
dance in a effort to escape the sting
of an ever present anemone.
My father’s voice, his summons,
shatters and overwhelms
all the noise of a Pacific surf.
Saigon had fallen, Nixon was gone
and Patty Hearst was everywhere.
Staring out the rear window of our
Volkswagen. A long forgotten
California passing before my eyes.
Lost in thoughts…
visions of a colorful fish,
dancing just within the grasp
of an ever present anemone.