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
(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
You are my story… Pretty wishes, savored dreams are you. I have loved you always, I love you in the morning light, I loved you when you dance for the midnight moon and… Continue reading
