Y Andale – Linda Ronstadt
I cross from
12 to 12:30
down to L.A.
to the flatlands
I am a file pulled as
and these four walls
merge in a night of
lost in smoke…
Who is at rest?
My Mother tapped
and my brain
wrenched from skin:
RG (c) 2015
We are at root causes.
Scent of remembered
(c) Rob Goldstein 2015
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