We cracked
the whip on roller skates
In a five-story
car garage…
Rode in the
Oakdale rodeos;
We thought
we were large and in charge.
Next
What the
hell, a crop duster,
You were the
bi-plane pilot girl,
Doing barrel
airplane rolls,
And dance
floor come-on twirls.
Next
I’ll never
forget the artist,
Who painted
fantasies…
A friend to
all humanity,
But a
(Whore) in parentheses.
In total
I loved
hikers, writers, artists,
A poet and
maybe a felon…
What is the
use of listing them all?
In the end,
I’m never tellin’.
Delete then
click Undo
None are in
my life today,
They don’t
matter any how…
Still I
often wonder,
Where are
any of them now?
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