i think of air

the load on my mind

is old and un fascinating

Alvarado has lost its

gold and my memories with it

i miss the buildings and their soul

the potato pancakes and the ducks

breezes that used to smell like L.A. Times

have died away with Marilyn and the Waltz

the pain of polio boosters and empty hugs

rushes back as i walk from the past

on Sundays i had gampa and pistachios on the lawn

an incomprehensible accentuated teutonic love

but that too has flown away with the

sirens and on the wings of the med fly