I wrote this one when remembering some neighborhood friends of my youth in the early 60's. Stevie and Lance were the "misfit" kids and being sort of an unusual & "strange" child myself, we fit together like interconnected puzzle pieces. We were a funny trio. They were always "king and prince" and I was always the princess or damsel or whatever. lol Stevie's mom was very emotionally ill, doing things like locking he & his older brother out of the house for entire days. So, we hid out and away from her a lot. His dad was some military guy who was away from home a lot. And their family moved around every few years. Lance's mom had a shade garden on the north side of the house. It was a fragrant and dreamy place to sit and share the "secrets" of our worlds. She had rows of honeysuckle - the ones where if you pulled a bloom - you could sip the nectar from the base. Stevie always called them "snapdragons." For years, I thought honeysuckle flowers were snapdragons. lol Hey - he was my hero. Who was I to question my smart friend? :o) Jeez we were young. We had our best times until age 11 when their family moved away very suddenly. I didn't even know it was happening. Poor Stevie, for the entire week before they went away ... he was not allowed outside to play or talk to his buddies. We knew they were going the day of the move. Our only goodbye was waving to them as the car pulled away down the street. So, for all the wishers and dreamers who would want to return to the illusioned days of the 50s and early 60s ... those picket fence towns had many ills and many secrets. I think America was always a slave state.
she liked the view of sanity
of loyalty
of love's pure passion
touching earth
touching gentled innocent lips
and she remembers him well,
floating in silent memory
of a sweet embrace.
Hunter prince,
fingertips of skin
swimming like dolphins
playing the castle moat,
swords drawn firm and erect
tide pulling us down down down
explosions of gilt-edged sacred spirals.
hero hunter knight rider
then it was over too soon
where did time fly?
sipping snapdragon's nectar in northern shade,
of lance's house.
your soul alone knew the secret promise
of that angel in the park
and you alone believed.
then your mom called out "come home!"
she made you suffer only for being young,
and we trampled the snapdragons in haste
scrambling to face a wrath.
next week your house was empty,
army brat, insane mother.
Hunter prince,
hope you learned well
from men who grew strong
able to cross the moat and pass the cave.
there are few, so few,
and time still flies on dragon's wings.
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