Whole Again

It feels like a boardwalk in the summer

After the sun has left you to your evening

And given up his duty

To the street lamps.

Or when I went to San Francisco

When I was eight

And we tasted Ghirardelli

And the breeze was sharper 

Than I expected

But none of us stopped smiling.

And here

The palm trees look yellower to me, lighter,

As they fan open the sky

And the tips of their feather-leaves

Kiss the sweet, sweet blue

Like an old friend.

Knowing now, my life will be whole again soon

Like when I was eight years old

And the world needed nothing.

Only some chocolate

And a smile.