Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Tuesday, March 21, 2006


I did not see him at first;
we passed one another in the air terminal --
looking for a face from San Diego,
that warm day when we raced along avacado farms
on our way to Palomar,
uncertain about the next minute, the next hour or day
and nothing but the winding, climbing road ahead.

We turned and stared a moment.
Who was this who took my friend?


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