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 I remember with some certainty,
A red pogo stick
And a childhood left behind.
