Sept. 27, 1998/55
Sept. 27, 1998/55

When you type it write the date in the bottom corner it
will become a precious you were here then--
Could you be here now?
Earth pulls me to her body with passion, I lay in the
grass with my hands unfolded holding on I can see
one star
and know there will be so many others
Yes I believe we are made in her image, you & me &
the kitties are made in her image, all the horses
are made in her image, all the hands are the same
Yes I believeI can see the star not that my eyes can
reach but that it sent out its own light long ago --
longer ago than you sent out your soft words --
Could you be here now?
Yes I believe in singing along always Mr. Tamborine
Man
On the Road magic starlight dew, All the days that
say 50 on them are past
60, 70, 80 mine is 98 now, every other September
turned leaves & I loved them how they crumble how
they became new
still I believe in singing along Mr. Tamborine On the
Road momma sings in starlight fire guitar-grandmas
hands must've sang poems too
still I belive you are here
Berkeley 55 Sunflower man
Could you be here now?

(c) Sept. 27, 1998
little Athens, W.Va.