AN OCCASIONAL POEM FOR RIGGY RACKIN
For you, I would go over the hill,
and meet you on the lonely road to Occidental.
For you I would travel to the parking lot plaza
where we might smile at each other from a distance,
and perhaps even manage a little wave.
For you, I would travel to the stars, and beyond,
keeping you always within my outer orbit,
you, with your canted grin, bright clown nose,
and pork pie hat filled with the music of dreams.
For you I would travel to the parking lot plaza
where we might smile at each other from a distance,
and perhaps even manage a little wave.
For you, I would travel to the stars, and beyond,
keeping you always within my outer orbit,
you, with your canted grin, bright clown nose,
and pork pie hat filled with the music of dreams.
The ever-faithful compañera concertina at your side.
Because today is the first day of April
and as you know, April is Poetry Month.
And I would suffer with such fools gladly.
4/1/21
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