Years ago I had a man say “Meet me under the Eiffel Tower,” in a lovely British accent that still resonates in fond memories. I never did see him again, although I often imagined flying to Heathrow and walking with him down rain-soaked London roads glowing by the light of streetlamps on sidewalks and in [...]
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She looks around There are snowflakes on the ground Here comes another lonely Christmas Stars in the night There is one there shining bright Shine bright for me this lonely Christmas She phones her mom Says this time she cannot come Don’t worry I’m with friends this Christmas Dad gets upset But in time he [...] It reminds me of our spring in Ft. Lauderdale, my eyelashes wet in the damp evening wind that rocked the palms and tangled my hair. Sorrow in the midst of revelry, a sunburned, weary dinner outdoors made foggy by talk of computers and business and future fortunes. Desire is the root of all suffering, said [...] I write this from a seedy hotel room in Redwood City, still clothed half in athletic warm-ups and a pink sweater I’ve been wearing for two days straight. It’s the first peace and quiet I’ve had since returning to California, and it was worth every penny of my $75 plus tax. Welcome home, they say, [...] |
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