I Remember Poem by Charles Chaim Wax

I Remember

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I remember
having gone
to Coney Island
and felt the cold
and watched the water
and the dark sky
was curative to me
and I was flying high
sailing.
So it was Friday
and I didn't want to go home
Yes!
some days I simply do not want
to go home
so I ride really
just glide in my
red big Bonneville.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
kskdnj sajn 26 March 2006

Those Pontiacs... a reliable ride when one feels the disire to absorb the passings.

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