Walking down our favorite cliff… then to the bridge we always count on … and
NOTHING but noise and canvas tent and machinery … and a sign … renovating bridge
… no way across the creek … must turn back … oh well … & oh the racket! … that was last
summer .… yesterday … over the hill & through the woods … across the beatnik meadow
… ask the teen, play me an “E” … and he does … a perfect E-chord resounds around the
blossomed woodside here above the grounds … our favorite creek up ahead a hundred
feet … the same steel bridge now like new, refurbished with respect to the designer &
the water is high with winter runoff … but, unlike another poor soul in other deeper
wilds, we CAN cross and go about sharing some form of joy or another together.
ELO/Diana Ross led to Beatles/Monkeys led to Stanley Jordan…
