Dear Clinton, Michigan A Poem by Coyote Poetry rewrite Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart become far away and hidden with time and age.- California isn’t enough I called you my… Continue reading
(Johnnie was young once. On the Iraq border in 1992.) The damn road…. It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips… Continue reading
(Basel, Switzerland, 1978) My lady…. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into… Continue reading
Isabella, dear Isabella…. I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of… Continue reading
