Big Sur 1978A Poem by KeveA rendezvous of rag-tags culminating at Esalensmall brown and wrinkled
and so we wind up winding
I am driving
and the sea below is tossing
I flirt with treacherous fogs
next to me sits my trusty friend
his dark beard comforts me now
I am driving
with the german feline in the back
we met the magus strategically
they locked the gates at two a.m.
I am driving
and as I am reversing our course
we flirt with these tonight my friend
I want to ruffle his curly head
but he is tired
and sulking © 2011 KeveReviews
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6 Reviews Added on December 8, 2011 Last Updated on December 8, 2011 AuthorKeveRiverside, CAAboutI am a story teller and I think I always have been so. I am a story teller because I know that stories are important. I know they are important because I see the power that they have. I enjoy telling .. more..Writing
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