What is right, what is wrong? Dear Jennifer.

May poetry thirteen.

                     What is right, what is wrong?  Part one, dear Jennifer.

The orchards are blooming, my grandfather's roses are almost ready. I sit near the river, drinking the black velvet whiskey alone and putting names into my Native American tepee. The names of people needing help, the names of people needing healing and I write dear Jennifer name on small sheets of paper. I add tobacco and white sage.

I touch the cold May river water and I asked the rising sun. What is right, what is wrong? I am a old man now and I am seeking things in the lost and found. I light the sage and the tobacco. I watch the smoke rise to the morning sky.

Many moons ago. Beautiful Jennifer taught me. The John Donne words were true. "You don't find love, love find you." She taught me that I wanted love and she wanted adventure. We were going into two different directions.

I promised her a millions words of appreciation and she laughed at my words. She told me. Johnnie, love is for the lucky. We are not the lucky. Maybe words are all we can own?

Today I write into my journal.

"Dear Jennifer..

I remember you, I remember us.

You were long legs, fancy dresses and the warmest/sweetest kisses I ever knew.

You were my Winter love, my Spring time sadness.

You wanted to feel everything, you wanted to taste sweetness and you wanted to know pain.

I loved your ivory Winter skin and the softness of your flesh.

You wanted to be drunk with passion and I wanted to follow you to hell and back.

I remember you, I remember us.

I didn't know that love can break your heart, love could break your back.

Dear Jennifer, you are still gentle on my mind, a kind memory."

I gathered my teepee and the tobacco/sage. I sit with my feet in the moving river. The coldness make my tire mind come alive. I tell the river. Dear Jennifer. I know now. Love was enough.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.