Rain, falling round about
Is gently covering
Everything I see. Keeping
Now is hard, rushing
Off as thoughts strive
To do. There has been
Much rushing, striving.
I stood like this in the
Yellow Sea, stretching
From here through the
Barbed wire fence
On out to the horizon.
Later with my
Seabag near I
Watched the bus coming
To take me to Pendleton . . .
And in a rain like this
In a grotto near
Newport Beach with her
Eyes sparkling a sweetness
I was sure would last forever.
