but as for me
my dreams are in the west, where only ocean breezes blow
and the breeze of your
sweet breath across my
bare skin
and that is real.
in my state beats the relentless heat of suppression
and there are no immigration laws that say you can't live here
save those you make.
and as for me
this is my first trip here
and I've returned not alone, but with the wine and passion
burning deep inside me.
and if i see the emerald city in your cool eyes,
i may be forgiven --
i always did like emerald
better than jade.
Kathi K.
05-24-78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —