Saturday, August 13, 2016

Pogo 1968

Florsheim am Main
We took leave of Deutschland
But I left myself behind
Little boy that I was
And lying in the driveway lay
My red springy pogo stick

Why do I think of this now?
In brown hot California hills
Forty eight years later sometime ago when I was a boy not yet a man

It was my dreams of what it meant to be a boy. Then …to become used to what it means to leave things behind. 
To grow up and become a man …So it bounced … so I did … from country to country and state to state in ceaseless quest. 

So now, with a woman that I love more than I thought I could, 
I can remember with some certainty,
A red pogo stick
And a childhood left behind. 

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