“Yesterday”

Yesterday

I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ear. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up.

Once I had everything. Had long Summer days, I had the sea and I tempted love.

I read Salinger and Hemingway now. I am seeking Salinger silence and learning Hemingway thoughts. Salinger saw death and war, he sought private place. He couldn’t hide from the violence and blood. He taught me. Write for yourself. Hemingway taught me. Great words are rarely appreciated, live hard and don’t complain.

Yesterday when I was young and fearless. I consumed life and today. The old man sits at Lake St. Clair, Observed life and hold on to his last breathe for his grandchildren.

I wonder if I  could do more, did I do my best? Maybe?

If I could re-write my life. I would be kinder and be less angry. I feel the pain of anger in my bones, old places and distance war had tattoos my mind and heart.

Beautiful faces, wonderful places and children dance in my sweet dreams. Death whispered in my ear today. I told Death, not today. I will meet Hemingway and Salinger at the Purgatory Inn later. We will drink American whiskey and talk of love.

Coyote