You Can't Go Home Once Again
Our meetings have been fleeting these last few years. Words on a postcard quick scripts and a hiya howdy it's wonderful here under palms on this breezy beach the taste of juicy fruits tings the tongue is among my favorite things. I could sing of moments gatherings meetings notes rising and falling like a Berkshire vista when the dying is fine and troubles melt to a hot fudge and whipped cream goofiness unctuous excessive keeping in the spirit of the Fool. And no one was keeping count until that dinner when I thought you Buddha but encountered Jabba The Hut casting shadow from your jiggly gut. Who were you, darkening me with insult? Not Angel of remembrance Not keep sake on abetting shelf but Devil defiled by time clouding the past with false memory. Nothing is so perfect as the lie we tell ourselves. Times are sweeter in picture books or projected f