between the Sequoia and
the Mojave Mountains
lies a small, secret,
faraway place called,
I was four or five, and lived close to Lindburg elementary school.
Soldiers and lies, give me a disheartening shudder. We sacrifice them, maim them, have we lost our rudder?
Experimental poetry I lately have wrought.
Much of it composed with little thought.
RV'ing or camping to you,
it's a wonderful thing to do.
Take your family or go alone.
mama hillybean’s coffee, tea, soup, salad
mama hillybean’s filled with people, freshness
mama hillybean’s a bit revolutionary
loss
like guilt
a haunting
presence in mind
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