By William Swanson
Sausalito, CA – May 2007
One, two, three
Mother
Hear the wind blow
along Echo Lake.
See the light passed from mothers And fathers along an ancient
Stream.
Feel the frozen air as we encamp
Of winters, and the dry Coalinga, Kalahari air
Of summer strolls.
The taste of chicken broth over bahobi
and the imbibed awe of aqua vite on your birth-day.
How the clover smells while haying over the fields of Sunny Side
And the sea sprayed smell of your ‘Turn-a-bout’s’ sails.
One, two, three
Rest in Peace
Love
Your William