That was a scenic route
enough to tout
now about
something on James Bouton
and the movie 3 Coins
in the Fountain
though.
Wo Wo kicks kicks
Illinois might sign Quinn
Nottingham
That character here at the VA -
Packingham
Would turn over in his grave,
at the home of the brave
T-shirt
and how not to fight
with Squirt
Smith
As in that's the man and the myth.
This poem might be insane
but just to talk of the game would
have been insane

That crackling conversation by the fireside
on a hopeless winters night
led me to sipping of cognac from the pools of your eyes
and there you were weaving dreamy spells
to effortlessly entrap my heart

i had no hope
you knew.

Though many moons have passed, I still see
those roses pressed between the pages of a book
reminding me of  the thorns we pricked , when we were young
it was also the time you said you would never let me go…
and you never did.

Today,  the aroma of coffee is wafting in the air
drawing me out to hear the guitar
strumming to my heart on a Valparaiso sunset
ever so slowly at each cord…

So you hold my hand
and enchant me in nostalgia once again
as those childish waves splash playfully on the shore beckoning us to come and play

and we do... we always do.