native son of Texas … born in Mountain View … with a clear memory of a girl who looks a lot like you
a friend to the knowledge … no stranger to upperclass … tests were made to enjoy not just to pass
I’ve run out of tears … pandering to ativan tears …
you and I have come too far to kid ourselves … but if ever you need someone to bring you elves … to sit outside and ponder all the silver years …
sister golden hair once shocked me into birthday surprise … we were both smart but she was also more wise …. when parallel paths meet rarely do they cross … her 70’s gain was my 20th century loss
bleeding from the hydra’s teeth sunk in … the dragon of abandon made me vow I’d not write again … until the golden hair girl made me see the sound … what I thought was nothing she told me seemed profound
the seed of admiration can bring the past in present bloom … I respect our space enough to give her Arizona room … if ever she was in need of a shoulder or an ear … I’d see her just to tell her I’d be near
i was taken in Texas … i did not know her name
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