Birdsong in the tree,

Besides me, my Asahi.

Surf Coast Century pulls one way,

The other is a San Francisco day,

And a New York City night.

The Brooklyn Promenade glowed so brightly,

The Skyline and Freedom shone ever lightly,

Reminding me now

Of Passion’s rooftop kisses.

Knowing, also, that’s what my heart no longer misses.


I am closer to my self, truly,

Unlike before, living dually.

Rediscovering my soul through the pen,

Encouraged by my lover woman.

The waves crash against the sand,

I am a happy, lucky man.


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