SF 1989
Tag: youth
Remains
The land filled
with early spring green
None of what has passed remains
but bliss
Thrill
Storied starry nights
of a worry youth that might
say sorry someday
for being so hard at play
Until then let him dream
dance, love, kiss and sing
the lovers that be or those who will
for no reason other than the thrill
Love log at the fall
