20-13 Half way 7-2-20
It was half way
She had been wanting,
Her father in Indio,
Her brother in Garden Grove.
San Jacinto in the middle,
Was neither a city,
Nor off-grid
As I had wanted
During the decades
Of years in buildings
Building DC-8s, KC-10s
And C-17s, and wishing
More that she could be
As she could no longer be.
She, wild at the start,
Someone to set a heart
To racing, fearless behind
Me on a Yamaha, racing
Between the lanes, speeding
Up before the sickness
Slowed her down.
