Bahia Honda - 1971

[saw]

my mind likes to roam
the banks of memory
these days like a historian
pouring over the arcane data
that exists in the apses of time

and I don't need no damn
radar gun to measure
the speed of the bodie green,
my mind shows the replays
when the grind was on

shows me the pictures
the old personal movie scenes
and what was possible
down the shoreline when
the painted moon and I

were high and the endless summer
flowed like liquid blue evolution
when slinky Mary double-clutched
the sun man with the velvet pouch
too high in his spirit dance

to notice her gifted hands ,
when the Seminole wind fanned
the flames of our desire
and those eager waves rushed in
to cool our tangled torso prints in the sand

........ I can still taste the salt

[the mingo]

[goldenmyst]

A rich summer memory poem to warm my wintery heart. I took an an archivist of memories. What else is there but the past?

John